typhoid anemia jaundice carpel tunnels
busted vacant bronze busts rusted tunics
gold endive lost greek diving box
relics in satchels delivered by dogs
a fresh piece of cod
dragged over coals of lonely grease
tansy asphodel sounds good what is it
ricochet off the fortunate floor
the general indigestion of harsh stoppages
whistling freefaith lost times etcetera
rains grace our old tunnels of grease
but dont give a fig to the pineknob
smallish things smelt and smited
ribald color in all its raving gravity
a fine local analgesic your sagebrush halls
little or no chance or minimal chances of
a dog or a bird or a birddog
just sayin’
the hostess’ handyman
went to town but there is no town
the captain sent a belated postcard to the world
humu post hamu bossd rimu poxo rummult
waded in jeans and tossed to the sea
she peeled her parsnip with care
hot coals darkness knifeminds
a bright lake of voices
appropriately exhausted I dropped into floppery
underjoyed nightshade mythdusted stars
I thought they fought well their causes losing
suburban american family room 1975
all that remains of the remains
up into skirts among boxes of old loneliness
he denies all suspicions to the contrary
sugarbelly in clown formation whispering
but I can’t make out the words being made
Published in Clockwise Cat, Issue 37: Thugwise Cat, page 82; June, 2017.
