The Plural of Jack-in-the-Box (audio only)
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Honestly,
we could send you out there
to join the cackle squad,
but hey, that highly accomplished,
thinly regarded equestrian—well there was no way
he was going to join the others’ field trip.
Wouldn’t put his head on the table.
But here’s the thing:
2015
Elective Infinities
Thirsty? They race across ampersands, scrolling. He isn't sure it's his head. There's a delay right now. Smoke backed up. Ladies please remove hats. It was all over by morning. The village idiot was surprised to see us. "...thought you were in Normandy." Like all pendulums we were surprised, then slightly miffed at what seemed to be happening back in the bushes. Keep your ornaments, if that's what they are. Return to sender, arse. At the intersection a statue of a policeman was directing traffic. It seemed like a vacation, halloween or something.
2012
Bells II
For just as a misunderstanding germinates
in a clear sky, climbing like a comma
from rack to misunderstood rack of worried clouds,
now difficult, now brusque, foregrounded, amoral,
the last birds took off into the abyss.
Now it was just us, though shielded,
separate, disparate. It almost seems—
2012