For the Nine Wells, Nine Columns

tamble tamble
on the tump town
Fred aware
but of nothing
the dirt road
his hand
on an ivory gal
once a tusk
and now
a tactile gibber

the town
wasn't much
2 cafe's
and some tractors
among low hills
the houses blurred out
and only the chain
linking dogs
by the pattern
of barking

//

tamble tamble
old tibet
the butter tea
a bat just awakening
in the cenote* at Bolonchen

Eric von Euw
meet
Erik von Danikin

//
and Fred
pulling crayfish
from the craw
of the funk
and the loud
slap of dominoes

bones shifting
on twilight tables
crustacean follow

//

come, camera,
come to be wed
where the mathematician
and spider linger
where the netsuke'
holds its globular magnet
as a crown
bluesweet cuss its
hips, shoulders,
or elbows cop

//

let them all spend
etarnity togather

distance
long verity
concluded

*its wit corrupted
into sign