Charles A Perrone

A Principled Precipice of Learning

It is indeed quite a steep drop

from 

a Manhattan (or similar) loft

or a Matterhorn (or dissimilar) lift

or the Mad Hatter’s leftover assembly

to 

a teepee on the mid-west plains

or planes of snow-melted intersections 

or a plain teacup sans liquefied energy fields

that someone deigned to steep for discretion.

The fall can be foolishly frightful even fatal

and no fetal position or self-righteous pose

can warrant that sea of tranquility you chose

to seek, to desire, to aspire to navigate …

Her New Word Understood (w/ American Spacing)

apart from the extreme natural beauty of thunder

with lightning, the crashing wonder and energy of

rainbows arching over rows of blunderless corn

and columns for crows to roost, protest, or reveal

shocking paths of flights with plunder bins in mind,

it has been the word itself asunder driving her to raid

every staid reference to sites in sight, things toto caelo,

to divide inexorably what truly merits shredding,

what ails, like nails being yanked, a putting on rails,

or simply the neologistic voice of detogetherment.

a final letter and gasp

I. after Zwingli, a swinger of sorts

royalty or rags

snags loyalty gaps

in a sequence of zones

from nadir to zenith

perched between Zeus and Zen

beyond the ken of zodiac raves

cameras zoom in and out

zeppelins loom from Zurich to Zambezi

water waves and runways

silent sphinx-like music after Zywny

from zero to zed, from zygote to dead

II. z: resquiescat in pace

zwinger, a version of forts, castles, protection

from zephyrs of pure wonder and doubt,

blowing timed zany plays over centuries,

the five takers-in, lore and galore,

— Zoroaster Dio Zulu Deus 

Zombi jesters zeitgeist jazz—

a wind of kazoos and zigzagged breath

onto the breadth of metal keys and bars,

xylophone: a zebra of feeling sounds

of alternate meanings, a visual zipper

of tones — made of zinc, zircon, ink? —

touched off by zeugmas, zimbels, and sniffs,

tools of perception receipt reception conceit,

zapped old-world zingiber soaked in zinfandel

and replanted in a different new-world langue

(zaragoza zarzuela zocalo zapote . . .  Zapata),

in instruments, magazines, free books, or LED,

from millennia back to now, discovery bred,

and the beast of all the senses bested,

so zestful in place, resting in peace