Beantrip
Published by Canterbury Press Out of Print
Harpsichord Twinkling
untouchable forget-me-nots
on the wings of imagination
I see the gleam of circumstance-
the unconscious is everywhere
in the glue-me-limbo
a finch jets beneath the shedding bark
just as its noticed the bluejay disappears
meandering sunlit turnarounds
iridescent camouflage
attracts renewal
on the pinion of freedoms' imagining
I glean the look of happenstance
playing-possum the mind sleeps
leveling the nuclear-stockpiles
& pitfalls of
god-delusion
yet, ironically what is completely
artificial
is the most human.
