Evening. I have returned from Siberia with bountiful new poetic objects for myself, and yourself. Along with these, pictures, yes - from a small digital camera (pardon the pixels).

Here are some month-aways.

ORGANISM
ORGANISM 

from the big brass organ – eviscerating singular
then multiplicitous,   moving stain glass
	in-and-out-in-and-out
		imperceivable.

inside wood slats, felt-velvet-
air bubbling kinetic,
	stressing against the
	potentiality of fingertips. 

I.  to play this be 5’10” or more
II. bleed dissonance – dodge and careen around
	the visceral localities -
	cultural organ significances. 

mozart’s broken a finger today –
	crunch into the heavy white
	window sill,
watching blood spot and spread through
	lattice-work lead paint cracks
	wincing at its beauty

thusly there will be no B flat in today’s
mesopotamian evocation.

bone on bone maybe a twofold
	trigger – product of
	intension. 

GOD-BOX

they say god lived in a jukebox – 1943 to 1957.
face pucker-fished to glass
	prodder balanced like a magnetic magic
	trick.
I watched gleaming 45’s and rainbow cubes on
	rotators. 

this short stint – caused by redecoration of that
	whatever-ethereal –
	popped pills from the
	reconstituted, rationality
foil-packaging. 

pumped esoteric lab rats
from miles around –
	gaping at page fourty-seven
	of jukebox Serial #443807-1-1-period.
		1943 to 1957.