Sir Francis Dark
Words change places with the names for trees.
In the novelty of these moons
A fair hair seems worthless.
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Another Coffee, After Saint Augustine
Missouri Compromise, empty adit,
some drifter's peony shirt caught on a nail.
The crude pocket stalled on purpose,
upholding its endless, universal squawk.
We hear of natural gasses, referrals bland --
all elaborate pellets and vials of ourselves,
contents unknown, ineffable, speaking grittily
out of the comer of your mouth:
I've come off it, why don't you?
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Most Valuable Person
a birthday assessment for Moira Roth
High holy days in the flooded Pantheon --
the perennial curtain, stand-in for
wiggy
Harriet!
Time's
veteran fact checker?
A childhood in the American 1950s
all screwy and creamy
yet wide of gaze...
Come all ye saints & doves & restauranteurs!
Praise
Moira,
her
ever-temperate demonstrations
disclosing
that there is more to us
than
ever can fill
the
visual field --
going
up and up
and
out, up, up!
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The Reader's Lover
CANNIBALS
A Marxist is cannibals.
THE FORMER AMBASSADOR
If we could talk by 'phone one day, all of this could be unravelled.
THE FOREST FOLK
Philanthropy is infinite!
The opera sings!
HALF MAN, HALF BEAST
One man, one beast.
$10 WORDS
I am a product of my time.
Sociopolitical grief is the name
in anybody's book. |