California, 
magnolia, 
culture of death,

went the sound of things to come,
blossoms and stucco work, 
                    breathing with your mouth,
                    a particular hauteur, good fun,
                                                    pastel-ism,

big enough and holier than.

Daring to treat the world with consistency.
Considering, nuncle, its buffets.
                               Hairs,
                               unwashed fruits
                    & delights.                    
                       Could we?

Would we eat and tempt variety, our original?
 
                    Or choose the suture,
                    the mouth-sewn idea
                    of all things, consistently thingy.

                                   A sparrow's beak
                               in sparrow-stifling heat,

open but trying 
to hold in, incarnate, its life-
air, super heated.

Them. Life is a dream of them.
All ostinato.

A plinth,
oh loam.