Before The Hat Got Terrible

in the purple she
exhorted the troops
this is not yours
not a masochism
it’s an asylum vote
or optic relic or genie

cracked a mullion
into glass homonyms
access denied
these props are condemned
her excretory specs
bristled scrubbers of Dondi’s ghost

Sumter on Avon
dry creek on dewdrop
army crawlspace
a sud retaliates
sculptor of alphabets
coppery gel of no one orb

coalition screed
a momentary
worm extremis
barber content to shave
avaricious heroes
diagnosis the mail is late

a small testicle
now the dewdrop binds
Byrne in his suit
the clarinet praxis
was this the paradox?
to delve back into the wood’s wind?