sung fandango
voiceless from pan to pane
a partner dance:
one taps tremors
while the other—
begin closed position
lead facing wall
sit ’round tables
evaporate in three-four time
and turn

but don't move yet you
think back cadet to
press bound muslin fingers
to leaky loaded greetings
kindly kill your canaries first
save the bother of
infernal devices
this is your guided meditation course
so sit still detective
close your eyes and sit with your hunch
watch corpseclouds float away
and don't you think about

dancing my manic mazurka
that terrific two-step turn
gleams a glance of glassware
an agoraphilic astrophotographer
double turn on two to take
letterbox inventories
are we there yet daddies
and back
and there
and back

check check one two three:
dead air on my tongue turns sweet
as i take one more spoonful of honey
eating your agonies and coating my lips
exhaling sated sighs, eye
one more droplet of fog on
your carefully polished spoon
your dysgeusic heirloom
to let you ferment while i
go for just
one more

shot of family ’round table
their bubbling hungry rhythms simmered
buttery russets rendered risset
a char-stenched pas de bisque
click track mantras reduce
gelatinising platitudes
leave collagen on my tongue

and in a glossolalic flash!
your hand in a right-turning waltz
shot of family saying grace
shot of your wrist twisting
spectacular eggshell white
my aping your dance
shot of
no family at all
a raving madwoman
sung fandango
waltzing alone