Come
Huckster:
A
Merchant
FATHERHOOD AVHUT
Almost
Vaunt, flaunt but I know where
Housewares can be bought.
Untrue new control, N +CTRL.
The new order is here now.
FATHERLESS YATOM
You
Accept
This
Of
Me?
FATHERLY
A
Bold
Acrid
Humiliation,
Improved her stance the next day.
FATHOM
Far
Across
Torn
Occidental
Misspellings.
TO FATHOM
Leaping
Eccentrically
Hailing
Avenues.
Veronica’s
Improvements?
Nice. How did she improve the document? the room? What did she improve?
FATHOMABLE
No, no, no.
Improvidence is like a
Trademark. I am too
Arrogant because I feel so, that
Now I have conquered time…
Lists tell you how little I know.
Amy breaks sticks into pieces.
Humidity makes us feel that our
Arms are sweating; one pulls a
Vine out of the ground and says
Aha! I would say that sometimes.
Nathan accrues telephones.
Amy waits beside the old lines.
FATHOMLESS
Tractability: teachable. The docile
Evangelical Fetus, too deep to hit
Housemothers. I think I would sink
Om, Holy, Syllable, sink into his
Mendicant’s mansion with
Improvident, wayward notions.
FATIGUE
“Actually,” he says, he is so cute,
“You didn’t…” I can’t remember.
East is a direction I think about too
Frequently. What directions take
Us where we want to go? Maybe
Too many paperclips can make for
Hour hands, some creative clock
Impudence. Maybe it’s not a
Tornado? Maybe it’s a hurricane.
A rap song will add some jazz to
Your day, a little caffeine for you,
For you to multitask which might
Unmake us, or make us better.
To tire will only bring us dreams all