Get over it
Shepard across the river
A bat-like ghoul
Squire something years later
You never met
The shareholders
Holdout on the acreage
Until, there
Is a fence
Get over it
Get on over
Then squat in your body
Form within form
A peasant pose
Conceals the look you gave no one
It wasn’t there
Wasn’t you
Got to eat, don’t
Morsel the gravey, shove it
In who-knew’s gap
In Empire, just after anonymous
Was ousted for a hunch
Now her body is a shrub
How I Knows You
What’s genre? You ask
Who needs to know? I knows
you. The verb
in my hand got
your number. 22 is part
of it. The rest is for know-how
three letters and a number
pressed between the word
alibi—
Tightfisted to the grave
genre isn’t worth the code it’s written for
Protest the expanded fields if you like
That’s why you’re asking,
right ?
About now our laptop has a meltdown
Some masterpiece gave it a pain
It couldn’t hold back the
terms and co-motions
You know about what happens when
they sweat just one tear
so anyone can get this is
serious—
That verb—expletives can be verbs
right? —
buttons up in official gab
whispers to my digits
The breeze of its breath
makes them all thumbs
for an embarrassed minute. In the meantime
Alibi arrives with dinner jackets
that don’t fit
Shepard across the river
A bat-like ghoul
Squire something years later
You never met
The shareholders
Holdout on the acreage
Until, there
Is a fence
Get over it
Get on over
Then squat in your body
Form within form
A peasant pose
Conceals the look you gave no one
It wasn’t there
Wasn’t you
Got to eat, don’t
Morsel the gravey, shove it
In who-knew’s gap
In Empire, just after anonymous
Was ousted for a hunch
Now her body is a shrub
How I Knows You
What’s genre? You ask
Who needs to know? I knows
you. The verb
in my hand got
your number. 22 is part
of it. The rest is for know-how
three letters and a number
pressed between the word
alibi—
Tightfisted to the grave
genre isn’t worth the code it’s written for
Protest the expanded fields if you like
That’s why you’re asking,
right ?
About now our laptop has a meltdown
Some masterpiece gave it a pain
It couldn’t hold back the
terms and co-motions
You know about what happens when
they sweat just one tear
so anyone can get this is
serious—
That verb—expletives can be verbs
right? —
buttons up in official gab
whispers to my digits
The breeze of its breath
makes them all thumbs
for an embarrassed minute. In the meantime
Alibi arrives with dinner jackets
that don’t fit
Judgment
Daze
Your thinking is too abstract
For my taste
Your music is too rough
To my ear
Your heartache
Is over the top
Your taste would be better
If worse
Your potshot hit the mark
Your bad
Is still bad, a few days out
A cluster
Of candy wrappers stuck in a pothole
Issue
A cute reminder to avoid wading
In the road
As your eyesight is not the same
As your stray attention
What appears rough on the road
Conceals something smooth and dangerous
Evil as an abbreviation
In a legal document
That’s
That
barricade
The black
of the house
Was
trees, an elbow
Wasn’t
it?
Let’s not
be too reg’lar that’s why
Scratch
my back
That’s
why weren’t too
Worried
weren’t too peopled up
Too
suckered
Stoke
fired out
I get
calm after it
After the
little known
Fact
issues its dateline
Fabuloso
plan
Farewell,
my likeness
The rate
doubles just after
The wager
Bestiary
in giving lip once
Was an
entire kingdom
In
skeletal, nevermind
Ratchet
hunk flay flay who
Made sans
consultation with the weave
It go
total
Scheme
Minus net
no inter
But
interior
Caught
out caught going to hang
Outside
gated condo
A little
daydream
For the
losers
En train
Glory be
agent’s visor
A screen
gone
Damp and
leggy and healthier than those
Gizzards
Lizards
and police of old tunes
A display
of cant
But low
and behold the whittle
Downsizes
nerve
Those
bastards of the 17 legal pill boxes
Deserve
it, if only it
Didn’t
trickle down to you, me
The kid
over there
Hefty
hefty inside track
Ratchet
was
Ratchet
does
The
toolkit’s raked Fury
Furry
song best boy stocked tether
See
package, not re’glar
Humming
but special iteration
Bird,
that’s the line twisting
A line to
follow and
Follow
it! Birdeee
Otherwise
a voice in your title might give you time
Who needs
prison when you’ve got punishment with you
Along for
any ride
Basking
in last night’s bird-machine
Glowing
in lumens, earnings keeping up
With
Spittoons
of greasy mugs
They
didn’t think about how long they’d be alive
That’s what the expert explained