Parfait

In America

She delectably erupts,

Dismantled,

Vesuvius paged Pompeii,

 

Dusty rung  

Virgin.

Pearl in oyster slept inlays

 

Her house

Rich,

Bearded brick

Floor laid smile,

Woods of wanton

 

She drips

Betrayal,

They’re too,

Beneath a ticking clock

Tantamount zealous mockingbirds,

 

For her they cry to leap in leman,

Seamless sun freed shade

Creative,

Bright morning disarray,

 

I hold back to an angle

Lot in salt

Lime resistant

Now bronzed eve

She’ll pluck the moon from coolness

Reflecting existence

 

But who am I to burst

Faced in changeling?

 

Turn show in stalking slip to half wind stride,

Shaman! Prays the fever

Immanent fronted.

 

I close all cliffs of cylinder

The smack of air and tight

One layer over skin made vacuum

 

It means nothing if not disemboweled

Retreated,

Fleeting intestinal bristle

Her words are there

Cauterized upon

Sleep wild mane

 

Should it be, that not for her fallacies

Her kind mortifications,

Surely you would find

A moldering Hitler in broke up mirrors,

A trump of faith to time;

 

All by all

A red-ball trumped

In legacy of time