Gemetery

Gemetary, once cometary
through geometry's once budgetary
onetary, silence walks the hypersea.

Silence,
you move through silent tree people,
silently, silently obeying silence,
and silently revolt against silence,
in silence.

In silence, revel,
revel at silence, whose single silenus,
like selenium uncadmium
makes mater meternal, then engle, all
anglish treeson, for what forbade
was already farbidden.

In the silent halls of yellow tree people,
a silent weirdo goes stalking coffee.

O dark roast, you are at the end
of a branchy silent area, a man with a wheelchair
owns a dog who follows him into
delicately insane
patterns of fallen leaves

leaves whose various species commingle in death
and perform an intertextual death of leaving.

tiny leaves, you silently look like
silent letters,
your bodies like a text of colors
are being trampled by my vulcanized
pod coverings

by my ped o pods

like a deer
in spring
you fish-scaled branching things
are making an impasto area
into which I might walk silently
in non-silence 'a-nini'
while looking for coffee.

In the silent yellow prostitution.
Stop.

In the yellow tree-lined halls of Silenus Prostitution.

I am getting hung up
on prostitution among the trees.