All the light in the world contained
One dot and one line
Neither of them mixed with each other
Just ran side by side
Opening ocean two shades at a time
Carrying bellows to the moon just as shafters arrived
Raising rafters black as midnight
Twice as grasshopper
Wrong as comforting silence
Rapt for revival, affairs of the heart fluster
Undercover in the corner
Petty coasters to the right, teacups to the left
Coffee dribbles down the side
Oranges perfunctory enough to ask why
Sequestered baby rafters
Twice as long with the petticoats and casters
Toadstools arriving baffled
Winging on fire while dicing the rafters
Into cubes of coasters as burglars will tell
But not too much
As a toucan can smell apples from poodles
Exchanging molesters for molecules
Short shafted as wires might cry
Knowing how snow feels
Rafters nod and talk of diamonds
Covered with oars to blight
Resisting each snore each sneeze
Each heart beat on wire
All rise as pickle in plum
Safe as nets and twice as blind
Blooms of lions eat with the eaches
Down by the roadside, washing the pariahs
Cumbered in waste as made no sense
But garbage for more
Table talks and linen wipes
And alleys for walks
Onions potato in soup of wine
Washing wipes for welcome arrivals
Wringing the downs
For the pleasure of all
Soup for kitchen
Proof of kissin'
But not enough for one
Too much
Denis Streeter 9/14/14
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