the ten commandments

 
 
Milling, in the millinery,
Sweet as a samsara smile
Oil, in the refinery,  
Drink in the beguile
Quasi-modal shapeshifting panache
Crossed state lines car crash whiplash
Filtered and flay-ered and sifted and savored
The sun-shine tastes hot and sweet
When in Rome the gulls shuck hulls  
And dull the bulls  
And the light catches fast on the leaf
 
If the smoke obscures the line of sight  
Pull back the shade and deliver a rite
Protrude the prude in the interlude
And render the road at night  
 
If caught in the valley
Where the air seems low and thick
And the only escape is  
A river far less quick,
Ameliorate the conundrum by preying on the Styx
And diffuse the pressure applied to the spine, like this:
 
Dance to receive the stars and the sky
A quavered frenzied pace, oh my
Blown back in the wind, rescind,  
Mild cold symptoms, cost you a limb
To waver or waiver or shiver or labor
To flatten to roll to shoulder the boulder
To hold the lantern to behold the standard  
 
Mind you, mind me,
Fire and ice—who cares
Frigid, rigid, livid, Cain,
Stable able, candle Abel
Taught to think that he was lost
Envisioned, one vizier
Struck down and put to sleep
Following along in the mended meadow….sweet sheep