Hern as Potter

at the shop is heron
casting coy glances
passing frigid hands on wet vases
the glazes pondish in reminscences
a portable puddle
fit for green leapord frogs
and the fattest of fishes

at a A

A is the letter with panache 
stylish and sharp yet carte blanche  
as Cartier made way for Plante 
Y is upcoming and slants 
famous for the branchings of plants

before a A

gone the waist
waste deep wait
and slog and wave

passing harmonies
chatter of ivories
rattle on tympanies

the broom of white spectrum slush
rhubarb leafs and dry anharmonic stuff
unappealing but common enough

night skate

the lights shine on
in the dark my fingers freeze
fumble laces standing tied
arc around the bag of pucks
pick gloves up
and cruise over to the dip
over bumps and raised footprints
the ice is hard and crazed
and me also crazed
and thats what gets forget
and the world
if ever there was only ice
ever smooth ever nice

exp

green vats
fast spinning caps
stirring solutions
to break constitutions
steel under fathoms
slender unto atoms
lost before they quit
tossed when they missed

blue_aires_b

 in oil water
 she float head down
 for big bald eagle gulls
 to scream at
 by millions of dollars
 tied at both ends.

 the catch come in
 dirty little boats
 nothing to boast
few red fish to gut
men hammering
at encroaching rust

13____

hear delicacy
crying fry me
across the room
knives open
drawers undone
unwilling to close
to the dark of the tawny hue
frail in the slightest
gloom red floors woven
in wood the avenue of dread
the fingers that leak
paladians to fight past
midnights built bonfire walls
cold ice breaks stone
hot water scalds some
but as due is fresh
is done as when fish rest
eyes mouths unblinking in bed

on comet

the night sky quivers
the heat waves out of eyes
blurry Pleiades and Gemini
over deer over here
the golf course opens zones
roads to homes in ones
or anothers just some
red pine and prosperous porcupine
they all get what can't be mine

on donder

undoubted in a house
cold floors own the sounds
of foots lifted and lacking felt
dinosaurs labor in the basement
blood warm water bleed to death
soak hands head and chest
momentary relief
before the window steals the rest

on vixen

the feeling is lost
on a goose at the lake
feathers contact breaks ice edges
the winter tears that freeze
and drop on the sand
wind that bites ears
and doesn't hold hands