Penultimate Perch
Accompanied by the integer
we pretend we are
the waffled swoop
of a shadow government
conducted in sink
those pliers embedded in the asphalt
of a fault. Made to grin.
hummus intaglio
raffle of stars
Miracle Grow musk
of a painted fig
painted as frog
painted as zeal
this persimmon feels more like permission
than ballast or thromb. It doesn't smell
like one. Two crimsons for who. I think
a rope latter.
Tarmac
temper solstice
bivalve
acoustic shadows
gravitational
slip
Nothing but a board
to ply
attending
vacancy's precision
—persistence, it's
open
sesame crepe
of ions
looking black and
black again
