when
you think about walking into
space it begins to make tense
little wrinkles in the fabric, striations
and fillets, now rips and tears and
table manners gone awry over stone
and brittle grass and stunk; rigged
lotteries played furiously, the punters
shouting the names of prehistoric
beasts, of flightless birds and avant
garde ice scream: pernod and sterno
with a dash of cilantro buried with a
quail egg syrup
and served over
and over and over
all pears keep congenial company
with cheese
congeal
there are so many reasons
to steal the sweat off the quivering
lips of the over elaborate and treason
is not one of them, but of us
spending zips up the bag that freshness
will never ever escape
the mere mention of credential sequence:
he came north
borrowing hot air
from those most able
to dispense,
mouthfuls of sugar
working the air
like breathing fish
like a salmon talk show
bubbles of consequence
race to the surface
and splash
so
things float
aligned to make sense
from several miles above
the
gods must be lazy
such a cheap trick pulled
from entrails discarded
and cast
spores
on the barren
turns of phase splayed
inches to immense push
fathoms beneath
elaborate faux dignity
crypto
fandango in a walled city
ersatz training wheels for semi-precious emotions
frog feet for eyelids
sun too bright
boy gets bounced
bingo, lungs instantly cured.
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