Friday, December 20, 2013


and there in the deep of the forest glen
just about the cusp of dusk
just alongside the crooked babble of xodarapina creek
we spied them laying and luminous
4 pink brain fungus
gathering butterflies
along the veins of nepowort
which had taken up residence
in the meandering crenelata
their looped inward cascading petals
terminating into crowns
of miniscule and metallic pistils
transferring the brains' slow deliberate rhapsodies
by aphorismic vibratoid intercoupling languitudes
into butterfly poems
which the gleeful beasts
chuckled apart
in their lethe-like wing-beat framings