The Jelly Palm

Exacting and sweet the poor houses gathered
by the flat highway of gargantuan pale vine
and unto the burnt blue hazed by toasted red
as the sun becomes a molten pyramid hovering
a lingual capsule of sharp geometrical melting
above the waves longing for the moon harmonic
water sent into our hands vanished and critical
as if to stand by the jelly palm in the straw field
to roll the black smoke of the grass of the horizon
the grey bark torn to reveal the inner tree of bone
as the harvested whale is left a salted floating cork
outsized by the wax radicchio of the morning dunes
and we are not going to trespass upon the local ditch
grim leather couch of the porch and a looped goat jaws
all the mimetic folds of the granular softblack mercury
and the lone ram of cream astride the tufted ambience
there comes only the anger of aerial intrusive web
a lilting crystal matrix becometh white labyrinth
for the shore of horse and indentured wandering beast
as it decouples a night ship of delicate torch and song
or promises hard fire to the accumulating plywood
for the world is a dusted series of the twilight road
and violet barefoot itinerants watch dogs of the path