geese nonlinear

speaking in stereo the water and sky

fulfilled the landscape with snow

vanquishing the terrain with softened distinctions,

serving to accentuate other features, the dalles mountain,

hill curves the threshold of eternity

socks worn all the time

eat chocolate& stare out windows

because we dwell in no end of luxury

play in the snow with gaspowered toys, boards

lashed to torsos, geese nonlinear

travel east waving, in tandem of riverfront trail

where kids go googling googling google-link

building facilities

dump trucks shuttle soil& rock at a superpace

their metal shed palace nears completion

as coots float the columbia and wind blows

first season's ice ain't too bad this season

we probe the sandy beach

see a barge cruise by tug-pushed, working

being of use

the snow isn't sticking

yet later the layers are transcendent as ocean all enduring

side by side

within reach

fission for monsters

the monster is neon tetra and noun appreciative

as to advances of slash edit redact

upon heap where limbs burn as they should with subsidized diesel

from noggin' casings too fraught with freight,

finger placings somehow always late on fretted brows

making jazzy out of temperamental pain

-tings that kid'n gardeners call art

spelling the seeds with hexes, making secession suck cesspool

not because ore wants to be gone

but because the filling station is never serf serve

round here the monster is square

looking you in both ayes, your conditional and overly mouthed assent

that rulers take the measure of how to angle their castings

so that theater not be stymied by worm riots

under expensive poultices on insubstantial solstices where lots of blood

always was spilled on formica

to cover the reflection's power to turn one to stone

no one will read the tooth

no two may lie under lain paths without a leash on life that wraps the cosmos

about the balls with dialectic precision

enhanced with monstrous marketing making seemly virtues palatable

for the fangfaced denizens and their burpy cuspids with arrows

prowling for jarhackers and carmackers and tarpackers, leaving

the crosses of home in the guttural safety of sheafdom

where cowardice rolls no dice for flee

up the heel a flock of geesebump

s hamstring Achilles and turn hamlet to liquid quitter

frozen in tracks of tourment

a thousand darts with suckercups on the fake fur forehead

a joke in the headlights with punchlines over the collared nape

a monster less ready to eat

than to poke with a teen foot pole that is melting the polar swears habitat

bye bye making swimmers of the fiercest as a yard of ice

looks good when hunted by bad dreams

in the full moon shuttering of eyelids

too indebted to ply evermore