Tuesday, November 5, 2013

PLAN COMMISSION

It's not enough
to just

believe it—brick

by
brick by
brick—you have 

to 
have—an argument

built
and bought ahead 
of time,

in order
to get it eventually

sold, and then 
maybe—finally
 
paid-for.

LAST WORDS OF APOLLO

But!—It just couldn't be 
science
that's hauling 
this ponderous,
chary and 
frosty octagonal thing

gradually—above 
the whole grateful 
sighing ménage 
of orange trees and old castles
that happened to spring 
from the chunky autumnal 
region of rock 
that you survey below—come

on!—think
hard!—everybody

at some point 
or other—has felt that there's 
something
that's far, far too heavy

for physics 
to lift—let alone carry!

Monday, November 4, 2013

HAS HORSE'S EARS

Careful!—there,
reticent 

Monday complexion—look-
out for loose heavenly

reams of leaves 
falling—not exactly

your way, but slightly 
right

at you—
at ten

o'clock, or maybe 
then—sharp 

in the morning—up 
ahead in the cheek-  

stinging wistful 
sweet wind of November—with all 

its 
might whisper-

ing—

What the hell?

what 

the hell? 
what the 

hell
what? 

the hell

are 
you?, sighing

down 
there—still

doing?
not-

laughing—

OPERA PLOT

A soprano 
and chorus's back-
and-forth chattering—implicitly 

concerns the stately 
young
breadwinner tenor—as he hammers

such rich! 
and rhythmically-complex strains 

of butter—onto 

scores of morning
toast with his radio going.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

BOREAL

Salient variety
of whetted

tangy leaves—
originality! forever

is your
noiseless

falling—
fate.

Friday, November 1, 2013

THE POINT IS THAT YOU PROBABLY DON'T

ever notice?—
how
repeatedly

we cope

with all these
illimitable

and pains-
takingly beautiful

solid closed doors—

simply
by
mindlessly

lifting their latches?

Thursday, October 31, 2013

LOGISTICAL NIGHTMARE

Oh my 
heaven, never! was there 

such—an awfully
adroit bunch

of brainless mumbling 
zombies trolling-

deftly down our 
duskbrown avenues!—unhobbled 

and numb 
to inefficient   

gobs of
cataclysmic weather—and so-

forever!-
damned-

determined 
to fill—their gaping bottomless

quotas 
prior to curfew—