I make parcels of the sentence handed down -
one point of reference - triangulated,
and cordon off the land
to ship for processing, the jungle
as they'd see it.
There a box, a black hole,
a continuum,
flanked by the Emperor Norton
where veritas stripped
of its symbolic emblems;
Naked a reduction of vantage.
It needed freeing
but he'd seen the memo on the labels.
It's hard to hear, they insist
I intake twenty more.
Marred fiscal, a relentless game of chicken,
With candor a matter of depth perception
So I'm the tourist with forged papers
Dressed to the nines.
You only have to look the part.
ii.
It's five and Lysistrata
dives off the bell curve, Squirrel!
Retakes a refrain
but its been too long
And she's already written a song
on prophetic self fulfilling
A function cosigned kyrie eleison
Did walking me here
Fill the narrow corners
Or piece meal a bridge
From the Seychelles to
Down pour out by the Ganges?
Elsewhere Monday's reparations
Knew it
Knew it well, granted.
No one ever told her
You only have to play the part.
Little doll lashes flash back
as rowing mends us recalcitrant
Merrily, merrily, living a dream
Don't stand so,
Close you in an oubliette.
iii.
It was Tuesday but Mars doesn't
Play nice with lightning
"Do you think there's rain today, dear?
We'll write dawn for dinner
in greater interest of caution,"
she said like a child
Wouldn't lovelocke
I wouldn't make proper eye contact
Or settle both heels on down.
In the way we used to like.
Defenders wouldn't want to look that way
Like seeing your history teacher
at the grocery store
So it went two half rounds
and sputtered
No harm, no foul about it
Except the little green and white elle's.
Congruent, I write words like a manger had always
stiffed Sylvia Plath,
endlessly narcoleptic,
except for the die I'd drawn
Came close upon it.
No one wants to hear of soft hearts
and bonnets, light bridges and unicorns
so like the shooting script says,
I sip succotash and
and eat them like air.
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