"All that's left of coherence." --Robert Creeley
Love pill--
don't take
if allergic!
to love
***
Seasoning--
you can always add more
you can't
add less
***
Two copies of a book--
one to mark up
one to keep pristine
***
My disheveled
self
and other
fragments
***
There are the waterfowl
the seafowl and shore--
but what of the treefowl?
the barnfowl, the
street and porchfowl?
***
To November
You come in with pumpkin and spice and exit with vulgar gestures, chintzy decor.
Though of the usual length, you seem oddly foreshortened, your body twisted and slouched.
(Your name means ninth, yet you are eleventh in command!)
What good are you? leading to even worse times...
Unlike April, May, or June, you won't make a pretty name for a young girl.
***
Odd numbered page
always on the right
flipped to its companion page
even side it will never see
***
Inevitable
triviality, banality,
emptiness
and other stupidly
abstract words
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