if the darkness
lays her laser hand
(green like money)
on footsteps
treading threadbare;
stare at her
and do the watusi with medusa,
showing her how you can dance
entranced

when fools rush in
i am one of them
insipid and wry
wheat and rye
biding
and hiding
in the morass
gentle the climate past

pumpernickel

sinuous and dense
life is in tenses
dancing sentences
and breath
cascading syncopation
in time

speckles of the world
fly about
jazz
be-bop-a-lula in my head
blowing
leaves