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.