DECEMBER 18

Nestled in malfocused glaze
throbbing and living, sung forth
in crescendoed pixelated mass
brightly projects, thought of sweetly
and looped and left on past
a realization of abstraction
forward

to sparse cars and accordion
licks say you in unison with-
bus turns and cramped crowds
of complexity not considered,
sanely,

as blood-lettings' fall from vogue
mis-mystification, clunkily let
a way for harmony, and awe,
dripped like love over gessoed
hearts
of uncertain Dolmenic form.
Give way! all of it! the impotent
gesticulations and feedback howls
lacking concrete, are respite.