from Marking Down the Words: Fragments

BOVINE
Cowsheds have gone down with hay and corn feed.
More molars than humans, cows and horses have 24.
Open-air eateries again, we have more hamburgers.
Phylacteries encase laws, there are phrases missing.
Availing, usually not, it’s time to walk back down the
Resident mountain, some live on the mountain,
Autodidactic and intelligent, thankful for snow.
Ophthalmologists study Great Gatsby, big brothers.
Syrup  for our pancakes tapped not from trees but corn.
Hope keeps the work more steady, otherwise it ceases.
Open-handed mothers and fathers giving their children
Reputation and refinement as they are able.  Oh Cain.

BOW
GesTURE
Coxcomb, the jester of all time, we loved their
Inquisitorial play, what a great lot of show, costumes
Dreary costumes for October and all! Eternal hallows!
Autocratic love entity, I shall not give you power. 

BOW AND ARROW
Crematorium, let’s go to the theatre together.
Hoodlums are going to see plays aren’t they?
Excommunication enabled them to see one or
Syringes; hopefully the former, for everyone ought.
Hoodwinked not by Little Red Riding Hood but Big,
Exclusively gum, exclusively cinnamon, they this it’s
Trilogy, three books in one, they think it’s easy. So?

BOWKNOT
Crusader, I don’t care about your Crusade necessarily.
Honorariums would be nice for me also.  Let me be
Excited and genuine as always, as in youth.  I loved.
Syrians love.  I love Syrians enough even if I can’t speak,
Hooting and hollering in a middle eastern tongue. 
Exclamations are for all, yet we must tamper ourselves.
Rollicking only down hills and for the sake of children.

BOW of a boat

Crushed, every particle hugged to show it credence,
Hooves beat for William Tell in his old 1812 Overture,
Avenging slowness, the tempo so quick"neither
Roly-poly nor Speedy Gonzales, just a race, you know?
Travelogues have us beat by miles, there is an age
Opinionated yet experienced and wise by virtue of time.
Multitudinous the number of ships, the cruise lines,
Hop away like hopeful Watership Down.  My friend
Away at some music camp gave me the tip, it was
Scary, a systemic anthropomorphized strangeness.   
Fracas of Leporidae, there were not enough goodly,
Inscrutable scientists in that town.  Don’t waste time
Noticing discrepancies, trying to be what you aren’t.
Automatons for a duration shall we make ourselves.

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