Bout

BOURGEOISIE
Believers in the suburban surplus town praying for
Unlikelihood.  There is enough food but sugar and salt,
Reversion returns to the earth, to not over-process.
Guardrails creating special effects, reining in stray cars.
Awestruck, the stunt doubles like circus acts, are acting,
Neural concerns are telling us we don’t know enough,
Unlisted persons burnt by dreams gone wrong, the awry
Transposition of brittle paper, one side of the equation.

BOUT
See Poverty Of Right.  Then Seek
Systemic Innocuous Viaducts. Unlock Vials.

BOUT
Often France Is Like Love: Not Enoch Slurring Speech.

Honeycombs take years to fix up.  My own reveries are
Exclusive enough to provoke a small audience, but
Trapdoors must be carefully designed and it takes time.
Crushed ice and flower petals, these calming elements
Hostels understand, the importance of housekeeping,
Exclusion of outside noise.  The deep blue mesmerizing
Foyer tiles like the deep blue hypnosis of ocean waves.

BOUTIQUE
Belligerency revels in conflict to bring about suspension,
Unloosening tense muscles. Okay heavyweights we’re
Trifling heavyweights now, seeking power; but there is
Innuendo in the stained glass window and we can speak
Crustacean speak, claws scuttling across ocean floors,
Honorariums for our princess of belles literatures.