Manahatta Opus

Sticking ground on equidistant
node of my traversing; Happening

nocturnal, lyre-laughing nymph, strung
round as floundered blue skirts girdled

music deep into that token sound.
Liquifying light gave out grave limits,

as certainty why one tongue, some god
grifting freight from some joking gold!

Bank of wooden offal ate cool space
at sudden heights. Nickeled brine,

infatuated, evolving abasement’s escape,
bliss trespassing accursing blank

mist: its proscription’s signal –
if supple – bested clout, once.

A paleing assignment, yours deserted
of malleable chic pressed in against

May, casuists amidst the block temple
ring of reticently confessed hump’s

deflationary surmount, sneaker of
their gilded carob candy doubloons.

Avarice or artifice, years of up-
heavals, uphill and apt, onward

leaking loose our Suetonian rubber, the
prestige slattern’s machinated grease.