A mockingbird subtracts a song from the repertoire
while the press corps listens to the Secretary of Defense.
Koi grow fat in a pond with a pump and a feeding hand.
Countless neighbors strain the moat around the mall.
The commemorative beauty of tragic wreckage,the rosy-fingered dawn.
Nonetheless, the Beer Festival takes place the third Wednesday of March.
The plot is boyhood, stream, wildflowers, death in a couplet.
The poet has tea and ginger cookies, little bites on the tongue.
Our intrepid duo drinks the milk of dream-fed cows,
that which is between them, barely there when they first meet.
An idea is already a reality, likewise a basket of commodities.
American ruins are discovered in the cloud of consciousness.
but but but goes the little motorboat on the Sea of Exception.
Eggs are affected the day the sink whispers snake pits of Winnipeg.
There is a problem with a still body of water.
The poem before it becomes language.
The Michaels install sound, wingless, saintless.
Sex, death, the little and the boundless.
A war will unfold over a broken vessel, chaos spill out
as a colorless liquid, and within it, cells without intent.
The heat is white. The heat is yellow. The heat is red
and is called hateful though the star does not mean it to be.
The children we were allow the star named Sun
to be known simply for its cold light.