Petechia of Swabian Cursillo and Inharmomic Aparthotel

Down in the cursory tip-toe rain
Where St. John and Ringo Star
Sit lively in the mis-abusing music
Of salutary stars and beheaded moons
Like fevers climbing with the weight
Of a thousand formidable suns
A thousand moonlit butterflies
Today will be a day of unearthed trouble
A day of statue glances like meteronomy
Insiders on the joint discovery of natural winds
Like a dull mountain passing hills of familiar lifetimes
And familiar co-ordinary crossings
Indifferent to exposed laundry
Too tight to find a cure for this forever hold
Of ornamental disability that frightens the neighbors
And leaves an entire family
Ready to abandon each other
Petrified winds
Like trophies in the toilet
Of unmasked concession
And rather obvious resolution