Purchase Call

 

In a less tortuous filament (one relieved
Of curvature),
No one responds to open letters.

The Canopy falls
Like orange, synthetic bangs
On all seeking reversal
RE: chains of command,

An unspeaking crumb-cutter
—> architect of airspace
(Broken at lips to emit radiation,
The jagged exit
Will produce Content).

Stoplight Turns Its Face Away

Established Customer Regeneration

You sit behind your registries,
Tasting like boiled silk,
Wasted until the ramparts kick.

I enter into deadlock aware.
Your wave, falsely begun,
Eyelashes on a new dead king.

Hemiscyllium ocellatum

On the floor,
Built like the strident crowd
Gathered about rare sights.

Drainpipes
Careen back
On the circuit writ large.

They were frozen
Already,
In the first posture of contact.

The Missionary Dances and Explains

Corrode in 1/2

Portrayed as the younger brother,
Not the statesman, nor the groom,
In rhetorical suspenders,
New turquoise adornments
On an old gray Honda.

Sporadic shivers,
The ward’s stolen zephyrs,
Taking chances on the map
0.5 kilometers
Across the river.

The Linens Drifting About Her Bare Arms Are Sudden Tropes

The sign-bearing raftsman, caught in solution, bests the current that feeds fishes to drought.

Saint Soscettalo

How he corresponds with the dark palette of injured creatures,
Millet and spelt signatures leaking from sleeves,
Abandoned to corroboration,
Slave to stringency,
Cantos laid down to each canonical stitch.

for carolyn who is really not

the way you feel offsides, in the trunk, thinking of lemon children
safe in folly, grinding out jest
for the 44 jetplanes, their engines easily malaised,

it catches a corner with forehead, a gash and bruise and mumbled curse,
“oh, curvature! oh, flatness!”

your reflection rounds the corner, peers over coffee tables and miniature bulls,
sees surgical wrap at the corridor’s end.

but how can you stop such small beasts from charging?
isn’t it that you send out some very small signal?

Canopy a Trifle Mislayered [sic]

I’m bobbing up and down for you
In the ocean!
Seven times they’ve sent me under, and as many I’ve risen.
The channels of the water are great;
There are so many, all very different.
The channels of the water look great underwater.
I’m looking for this necklace you would love.
Seashells and coral.
Your neck isn’t built for coral
These days?

The big fish don’t sink down any more than tiny
Inchoate murderers!

The place where two waters meet?
Perhaps you’ve heard that one.
It was a trifle careless of me to build
On that chestnut,
Secured only by pity,

Odynophagia that I am;
A large tooth and its comrades
Behind it
Take turns in the most
Enlightened way.