A rainy week off running round the Davis corner
slowly attack the muggy escalator such feet
bear a prince in mist an upstart among
stares his look dropping headlong
into the crowd of words
so short with fog
and breath
retriever smile
pile pawprints
on subway floor
memorize shoes
lick fingers
for bacon
fluff tail
for words
find eyes
to comb
"take it easy"
rain in the red room
drink tea ran
to cut hair light
a candle cook dried
red lentils and
chili powder.
(From a prompt.)
backwards he has a cadence
coughed of crystalline
a specimen
so hardscrabble he's
wicked impossible —
no leaking,
just granite scratches
and specks of lunacy
lining his pockets,
veins jingling like
pennies nascent in
piggybanks.
(From another prompt.)
Inspired by this prompt, to the tune of "What Was Told, That"
What was said to the spider plant that made it wither was said
to me here in my armpit.
What was told the taco that made it weak
and soggy, what was
slurred the PBR so it is what it is, whatever made
HFCS natural, whatever
was said to the inhabitants of the city of Emporia in
Kansas that makes their noses
so tolerant, whatever lets the cherry blossom fall
like a discarded tissue, that is
being said to me now. I sneer. Whatever put blisters in the sun, that's bursting here.
The massive dumpster lid drops; I overflow with excess,
picking old spinach from my teeth,
uncertain about the one to whom every that belongs!
Let me sing
I wish I could
crank out a cool head
draw it down
under any circumstance
described every week
surviving in the wild
no supplies
just the one I want
in the photographs
I took while I played
Blue in Green beautifully
swaying on the bass
so skilled I could paint it
on the piano keys
while I tell you
all about what I just read
I remember it
and everything
perfectly.
Disclose a sentence then
yield to the fragment —
once you get that
everything else
is coarse correction.