Luck's Filibuster


An awkward cherry tree & its waxwing,
Five different loops through which to weave,
Addressing an even wave. Its snow couplets
Rearranging the asphalt, lots of turns of dice
Its happy seven never up. Ginger all the way
To the root, a lemon that doesn't need anything.
Ok, so you've coated the clothes with sand
Even to the undergarments: Fast & fresh &
Full of sparkles. Rest easy: In the mixing bowl
Is myway's fall—glass beads in a glass decanter
& emblem's naughty iris, its purple blossoms
Violate copyright law. Expected? No.
But when you have the time to chalkboard
& sketch & sketch & always redesign or time
To ask the musician to make the fire for?




Meeting Minnows


1

Whose place indeed?
On this map, everything seems congruent,
A leg up here & an eye down there,
Streams & highways to observe & to which to
Listen. To fold, to nimble, to put
A stamp on it & coast, letting
Edge seem like the end of the world,
A dock to it or barefoot across
Witnesses standing just around
The chain link, one in a hat
Chewing on an apple
& hoping for snow to make
The dots align just right

2

Right now people are finding what they need in the warehouse
Without a requirement to price, display, carry, or abort
& pounding with firsts on the paperclip exterior

Square that shapes it, she's coming to town &
Fixin to share a drink, apartment's small & dusty
& constant, its 1000th book balanced precariously

Atop the glass of seltzer, its fizz a preamble
To millions, debonair & scented of peppermint
Its faucet dripping, granite tarmac, magic square

In which everything in line is good & matches

3

Dirge's cake to eat it too a pylon
Stands between purse
& snatcher, allegorically only
Of course, & rapid enough
To translate into 47 languages what's
The geometric alternative the landscape
That tines the clock?

4

I had a button where my assumption should have been.
Nickel gets you a character coat, an atmosphere.
Typical amphitheater, one that blooms temperature.
A cave & an action. A violence. An imperative.
Twice the allegory that she was, asleep in a balloon.
Where an arsenal divests, pantalooning around its perimeter.
The very aviation of the petal, its posthumous twill.
Moving into an afterlife at a snail's pace, attempting
To salt the hallway for friction, apostle of brine
The conflict of apparent chain, participles extracting
Particular vitamins, A, C, E, O, & vision




Graphing Chemistry


To hack away at the surface, only to realize you're carving the fine grooves of a record

Each filled with its own unique harmonic code

Or, conversely, dust the shelves raw, strip all the wooden shelves & prepare a marvelous vegetarian meal

Time's up beep, a steady cement smokescreen in which I want salad no I want salad

Or the basement to which every child travels, preparing for the collective yardsale

As if bushels of strawberry shortcake will feed the masses

The texture's what I like most about water—the way hydrogen rubs oxygen & wet

Yes, functionally that answers the question: moving its station closer to traffic
Crossing at only the exact moment

The lunch you wanted the lunch I wanted, participle of

Leaving shades up, parsing through the general education requirements

With the pinstripes & all, that should work out swimmingly!

How many dimples on a golfball?