like summer melon
hit by a part
from a washing machine

yes seeds but no
seeds to bean
the oils from

I run olive
oil all in my glasses

make it so I only see in sleep

wedge of bread
masks the crow
a clown you know
fat white nose

pecked once
and dropped
from yonder pine

your smashing legs
uncrossed

god your dropping foot
evens the ground

From Whim Man Mammon, published by Action Books. Copyright © 2007 by Abraham Smith. Used with permission.