Hidden by Class

The violence
Of refined, smooth classiness.
Jagged edges smoothed over
By sophisticated surreptitiousness,
And clandestine strategy.

Such flip-flops of meaning
Within chaotic iambic pantameters;
Prosaic as mosaics climb as ladders;
As spiders climb
As nocturnal bladders.

We will make it naked
Across the sea,
Where new consciousness resides;
Where Eden abides,
And male/female unity is more realized.

Tempted by greener pastures,
Greener seas, and sunnier days...
They beckon us on
In our unfulfilled states;
Unfulfillment drives cars.

I vacuum change like a politician.
There's a special orifice in my aura
That sucks up meaning,
Midnight searches,
And other purposes.

Yet, I build sky-scrapers in my dreams
Like Rumplestiltskin
And Ronald Crump.
They look at transmutating skies
With their clock faces--

Pointing in degrees
As to the time it takes
To feel from one mood to the next.
In shades of shine, and diffusions of shade--
Let it show, let it shine.

Believers of matter,
Eddies of dust, composers of elements,
Clay constructions of hands,
And potter's wheels
And galactic fish-bowl stands.

Recorded and grooved
Upon disk-disc trays.
Floppy and magnetic,
Digital and encoded;
Encrypted like a monk under a robe.

Enigmatic automatic.
Automated exhaust pipes.
Dreams by cereal boxes
Connected in trebeculations
Across grocery stores.

The heavy lunge
Of shock absorbers,
The engines of intent.
Taken, pushed, pulled, grasped,
Let go of, and flow relentlessly.

eVan--February 8th, 2015