Draw a sailboat in a circle:
I’ll sail you to the sea.
Give me your triangles,
your loopy clouds,
your beach-stick fire
with swoopy flame:
we’ll squiggle up in happy smoke –
you won’t regret you came.
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Silence is a pocket
In the air
it’s where
I keep my money
The arrowy requests
We sent with our eyes
left us scattered, fallen
aching up
unto the gleaning
Pilgrim corn
Three herring in a hillock,
as the Patuxet had done.
Three spokes of a wheel.
Three eyes,
three mouths in conversation
guard the corn
that grows up through the wheel.
Clouds on the ground
Saltless
Sealess
Carrying nothing I might need
A chance meeting in the Octopus’ garden
That Jules Verne would be there
came as no surprise,
but Jacques Cousteau?!
The sushi was lovely,
but the gin was watery
and hard to see.
Awake to the same facts
I close my eyes and try again
McDonald at Dusk
Many a reasoning unreasoning sow.
He himself is heir to the jackass,
to his regret.
The barnyard reeks of natural
and unnatural failings we’d call sin
were that word, too, not joined
to the general disrepair.
The one air drops
As the other rises.
They wave as they pass,
as busdrivers do.
Cardboard makes a pointy roof
And people climb inside.
They drink a cup of cloudy soup
and watch the pies go by.
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