TWO danCES

1. Square

Stab your barber, smell a grand theft
puddle in the middle, porky and a slaw
sting her garter, shady honor bright
powder the coroner and doze, eat dough

Apple up the barrio, cancerous nose
lay the ant she laughed, he riot, lift
coos in the cockpit, sparks in the hayloft
fizzle in the udder, shudder in the ewe
farmer in the loft, cornhole all right
barn or yearn a bore, dues, adieu

2. Triangle

This Luddite’s for you, merest,
and you two too, all strung along
the lights of my lonely avenue. A queer
rest for the vertex, here assembling
and there dissembling while all around
and in spite of ourselves we’re hung
on each other. Lucky, no? Some higher power
ought to smite us, outright bite us.
Certainly we’re due, our devastating trio.
Everywhere else it’s viva las vegas,
all magic moment, young blood
sucking young blood. But we’re past
saving, three stares, trembling. It’s stoney,
and it’s true. Wherever you go, however
you knuckle under, whatever you crave,
save the last trance for me, I mean, for us.



DREAMING WAKES ME

Next poured a cool cash resister. Jump
ship for java, no jive. Personal items
oblique. Dazed before the mice, I taught,
I thaw a Munster on the ice. Bed
check. Bump rank, renascent, also mohave,
“an urgent need.” Capital idea. Minister
a niece. See the cites, scenic peruse.
Bauble rising in Capricorn, a tease, solider,
spright among the hobgoblins a’mournin’:
“Ice scene. The seize. Nowheres.
Atone.” Atoll. A tone at all. Tall
tune, this a, em, June, duly registered,
stumble clerk. Glassed from
the mast, son, are eyes, are use,
are wheeze, arrest the day, best
love it, lay it where it plays, a borning.

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