poetry || Peter Ganick

from tablets: nature-some-where - 2

    An afternoon: ochre sunlight probes
through a window's tones, the amnesty

of silence.

    Where waiting begs to slumber not,

to epicenters of minds' motion, an

awash-fading sumptuous volition where

pristine lacquer smothers natural wood.

    The camber of trick or trust, no

largesse more multiple than patterned

elation held under tracks for the coast-

ed-into upswing. Negatives of treason-

ous application approach. The unforce-
ful ring of push-pull escapades tunnel

down through its provenance.

    ... while protection is houses for

tides' dispersal, small sightings of

prevention dig unto surface

solidarities. Candor of narrations

(‘there are too many stories', was

saying ... ) on another breath, kiss-

returning, told scarf to melody.

    With manners of perception,

quickness pro aventura is disin-

clined for relatedness' context-

ually-paved entrepreneurs, toler-

ably zithered from avarice.

    Smile! or do not seem its folding

in retraction, so marred threats

of compacted risk, brigands re-

load to crumble agony of night's

spiral, up-cast carding rendered

non-involvement.

  

    Why arch at waiting's    

crenulla? The condensation

epitomizes a pattern morn-

ing hadn't seen. Rarely wait-

ing long, or not, in the dread -

apathy mode, skeletal bases -

are transformed to spirit-fac-

ing-color. Mood seeks its

dispersal, before vanity is

referred, guest holograms

anchor the traffic girdling

the proud city. It's pious citi-

zens never known to term a

false label.

    Unstructured as it goes,

the poem's isolated ducts

and funnels, as if a tornado

floods through an epilogue's

restitution.

    Weary as catcalls ovulate

in chickadees uncooped,

havens of both artisans, court-

eous on the sly blend go name-

less sitcoms on late night

caissons fending with icarus'

ascent. At mystery's incidence,

woven tracts draining tassels

are well tested from fisticuffs

in saltine's legions.

    A narrow hurdle voices

other distractions while will-

ful areas bristle because here

there is, therefore tones the

assertive admit willow turns

to. More timing for warmth

here as then, to some less

thought out inquiry predicting

what will resonate, by scop-

ing targets' possibles.

    Mandala to reign in, from

a seeded pittance, aggies

lament the literary object.