( me )

Two Likely Difficulties.

        “Proem in Heaven”

Jubilee in the nostrils · never forest burned so bright
Crowns crushed · ferrying mercy
Brake for dun rabbit · “Ode to Joy” rides
Citadel of mayhem · mean hands Aztec
    On the golf course grass

Pale cerulean granite · parable of hogans
Whispering midnight · vociferous noon
    All that isn’t basalt
    Jubilee in the nostrils

It’s a question of quislings · lines you cross never
The child behind chain-link · the ballot box clouded—
And then some bleeze-leam · issues anagram
Opens culdesac · of the kuklux-polka
Drizzle of clown innocence · on the Odradek maremma
    Jubilee in the nostrils

“bleeze-leam: (Scots) lightning-flash

Number-rhymes (“rhime”):
64- never, noon, grass, hogans, mercy, clouded, maremma
55- Aztec, trap, cloud, anagram, polka, basalt

        “Portal: Forest of Straws”

altarpiece of botched mercy
    in clank parades
    threat-chintzy

melodies our madness rides
yes-men with lapel-pins plastic
    no setback rids

    & this stone mystic
burns his share of dino grease
waltz purged obsidian Aztec

     stars' disgrace
    limned in neon
green as Augustinain grass

chugging through the vast inane
    & perfect basalt
    fluttery pennon

hostage to some fralgrant insight
empty-handed save this cleaver
    shortcut dulcet

    dying never
gilded steely ixodid
& huge Cosmic Ice believer

    polka more crowded
    with anagram curtsey
at last all the masks discrded
quenched the buzzing paparazzi

Shoggoths and AI.

"To think by different lights. The unreadable philosophers do not submit to any changes in their light." —Elias Canetti

"This tending, repair, and attention is key to dwelling. The dwelling place, as a site, is not a static enclosure of limitation but a living habitat, that is made but also makes us."