Temenos Poem by B. Sven Telander

Q’alan-daar,
involuting cupidity,
peevish, venerable, hyperbolic
rhythm of the clock
aggrieved facility, prosaic bodice
paints with flames
over yesterday’s grave,
perspicacious pandemic-
anthropomorphic armamentarium-
tongues of many souls,
cigarette memories
meet a royal flush
internal ambulance ambiance,
leaves on glass like curious hands
or forests of chandeliers
inhale the divine
gripped in a clipper
of r.e.m. embers
from the dying
hearth of memory
the children play
kill the guy with the ball
while supraliminal lens-grafters switch heads
proprioceptive in the coffer of media influx,
as sure as motorcycles outside a strip joint,
an index finger squeezed in a nut cracker,
hose down the crowds with beer
who fight for insight,
struggle for knowledge,
hope for intuition,
though the strange pages of Dr. Severe,
recommend baseball bats on all
the consumers who scream sell,
shop at harming knavery stores
for a baby in a snake,
ein Augenblick;
Shakti Ananda
festooned with tears,
wet Nubian tattoo
militate harridan
...the one who killed him
had an extremely long tail.