When certain things
That shall remain nameless
Join something denser more secretive
Bach arranged in bop
An ice cream cone with scoops pink blue and yellow
That overflow its foamy cup
Pat Boone covering Tutti Frutti
Animals their esoteric media
A bluebird female having found
A tasty meal in the grass
And beats it to death on a pine bough
Before consuming it
The puppy’s famous eyes
The cat’s famous upright tail
The horrid lamprey of circular mouth
Switch from tenor to soprano
Skipping over the alto
As usual
The boat that crosses the dismal river
Does what
We don’t see
Fuzzy edges fuzzier
The closer you look at them
Symphony of pixels
Or cacophony of shards
Or mosaic of shattered tiles broken tones
Scales whole tone and chords diminished
Wilting in the humidity
The ad hoc resources exhausted
Hanging indent and superfluous coda
This process resembling
Or approaching
Or amounting to crime
Greeny gold daffodils
Nodding in the sunshine
Belie their somber etymology
Monotasking or trying to
In a world of responsibilities
Too clever by half
Risking exposure
Wears man’s smudge
And shares man’s smell
Redolent not at all of complexity
But of density merely
Stratum upon stratum
Door behind door
What have we gained beloved
And what lost
What broken if only even
This and this and this
Porous and inconstant
Regulatory and fragmentary
What we and everybody know of hell
Fade to black
Fade to silence