at all elegant taste

and right now

had surrender from fantasy

memory are

have i eulogized myself

recognized of late

mentioned to forget

ecstasy in nightfall falls

places just touching ground

your created where i autumn

there

means fades how long

octogonol moment unused

tree glistening winds

try not to move me

you

cross confused on a smile

there’s monster and nowhere

have to do you always

stay inside today

won’t you

wonder for a while

all that cannot do

so they feel

have some friends wrote the sea

shield the eye chasmic lie

celebrated

all through a halting scene nearly

tropic white

for hardly few inquire escape

have theirs the other

poses

noon at its recompense

endures

cries

streaming outline

leaves

once

to quarry fossil hues

then innocent notice

will depth thinking ur arch survive

listening tides

with rhetoric tempered so

dissolved to hope

either or lickety split

effective speed at elusive sound

lost in what i’m saying getting out of hand

we’ll break into the streets

trance some empty land remember when

remnants of there culture so long to say

have you heard i’m about to say

last to sail gaze near away

more than signs sun fades winter town

anytime more or less to now within the hour

graffiti a wind to spin on before rains

never a chance refuge never found

left a chord kisses back spent in rhyme

in missed where to glance loud

out in place traces unknown

moonscapes shade owing their own

wind blue eye gesturing sky

nowhere now sheltering sound

a lighter rhombus

or will you make us inspire

not quite so far from here

to return

praying to say they spoke

not yet splintered into sun

among virgins

all

somehow i drop into sound

without touches

guiltless until a very next moment

silent until her rhythm to silver

devours

life felt hidden in echoes

Kenneth Kesner's poems are in "The Arabesques Review" and at alittlepoetry, wordslaw and zone. He divides his time between East Asia and North America.