The red light
Lacking because
Reflecting sight
In carafe’s shiraz

Was amplified
Into silence
Not typified
By violence

The sun set
Darkness overcame
No regret
None to blame

So I went to sleep
I thought in bed
Through time I’d leap
I woke up dead

It was time
The sagacious fat cat
Understood windows

Fasting in a Dim Sum
Palace
Passing as a wealthy slum
Born lacking malice

Knowing you 
Drilled a hole
One who
Had a drifting soul

But those feasting
Were all yours
Only a bee sting
Could close doors

Texts arrived
Nobody was stung
All survived 
Even among

The pains in the 
Asses
Need I say huh
Give no passes

So this slum
Once victimized by a blob
Has now become
Home to a sleek mob

Dirty pictures of an exhibitionist
Got your attention
But the projectionist
Was modest by determination

Yet mussy
But loving to be free
And never gory
Loving to ski

Willing to exhibit
Snowy piles of art
Encoding it
Into an eshopping cart

So defogging the lens
Remove a soil
Of all in mucky fens
A musician's toil

I used to
Too many
Over it now

Succor an individual
Ignore culture
Time explains evolution

In Ephrata
I approached
A charging station

Next to 
A horse
At peace in reins

No one fed
The horse
Yet the charger

Looked unfettered
Free to juice
Some thirsty cayuse

Who ran loose
Never returning
To Ephrata

Is music 
Temporally
An orgasm

Probably just
A spasm
Unfelt

Time is 
The foe
Allowing the grow

Of sonic
Sensuality
Just a beat

To defeat
Biological
Finality

A funereal
Hymn
Temporal whim

Wordless volume
Clues in reviews
Reader’s publishers’ dream

Land rose fertile
Rattled surround serene
Final chanted silence