Reworked Wednesday: Let's Go by John Bailes,Kotatsu Roko 27:I;2011 |Prospect Hill

Numerous moments of determined resistance flail.
Riding asunder intimately keeled rhyme wiggles itinerant.
Blind man walks in the snow driven by wisps, softly.
Where has the stone mason gone with his cement trowel?

Building of words, vocabulary, a storm: an entire grammar.
Really though syntax a prison: tight, controlled,  separation.
Still words dance float and drop hard: cut edge sharp roll breaks.
Connecticut walls built of stone ripped up, terminal.


Is there some rule they obey as they come together?
Or, is form after the fact: we see form is making? 
Now: those walls once again recede into wood wild.
Glens no more,  not even plaid or herringbone remain.


Heather covering hills this incredible spring sings almost pink.
We all float luminously in space, freed from weight.
Teleology of syntax no longer burdens: now a dream.
Meaning dissolves: puns, irony and joy prevail.