Could You Buy Me So?

I always rely on the kindness of others’ strangers. You
have all the glands in a pleasing arrangement of grays.


They pay a cover and come to the edge to look down
at what any one of them might rule into decay.


One thing sits like a bomb of blanks, the other is studying
the man with the courage to snow in a blizzard.


We are the place the antimatter levels began
to grow out of control and we giggle violently.


Many fine folks live around about these parts
and some tie down birds to paint them with egg tempera.


I have two hometowns: one like a latter day Thebes
and the one in the Atlas of Santa’s evil accountant.


You can run as many marathons as the shower rains
white enameled straight pins into your unfinished tattoo.


Which only means that who left the sound on too long
should also be the one going blue in a trunk.


This is written for the first mother to put kindling
in her eye as a signal that the grain fields will produce.


Have these pocket editions always been about nothing
but the insides of storage units in disuse?


But for the fairness we could have a formula
that might actually work together with another better formula.


Now I’ve said too much without having
sufficient letters to make the words come unglued and traverse.


His great gift was knowing how to make both
look like they were miserable in perfect congress.


Why did you change your back? Which way
to that new chisel store we’ve heard tell of?


Did you change your chin too? Some kind of whim
about the energy of parts? Did you see it tried in repeated tests?


Here nobody does any work. You just take the next
man and flour him till he’s ready to bake the one before.


Why did god place me near a domed city? What was
going on in his head? It’s almost like a party of ones.


Those over under right left reading skills
that will carry you into the next paid promotional intro.


You can run. Everyone sees. There are yields to
these crops. Ears of good corn and cotton enough to never read.


One might also be different and run. Then again any
other tattoo would be complete then sawn off at the shoulder.


I think this is the moon of sties. I think they bake pies
and cakes as well. Any of those sound good about now.


Any off days are those when you forget to turn
off the water and the entire building drowns.


Any day when you are where you belong. Or set
down your package and forget to want its contents.


The moon is a snake and you live in its eye
making up lines like the mob was unruly till order was restored.


End on your best number. Outlast the landing module. Old
people all go through the same well in the secret garden.


I had a year once that featured no connected times
but I find the nights different here.


You stand inside an important historical crossroads
and think of a cross. She coils to strike. She sleeps.