Delection Even

I dredge allegedly

to repair and upgrade the Port of Umm Qasr

I edge a legibly duty free

transrational contract drag

well I pledge alien

lesions will be doled

expensively (not on the cheap)

and not to um miss explosives

who shell

Bechtel by the—that is Shell it by the

shore Bechtel sells

unflaggingly to the drag of the dividend

rates of America I pluck allegiance from

an estimated 1.8 billion

and to the executive committee—

Chicago—the world’s fair—and to Columbus

Day in the park—I think it was the fourth of the

reprivate which it hands

to the drooling class—I mean the measuring

cache watch this base—I a semifree colonist in gall—

and to the elect by which it assesses,

and to the electric by which it stands, and erects, th—

rederegulated privates, bow, get down: how

much would be chucked if this versus

then forest of Arden

should burn in the name of the national hamlet—

if it be true that good wine needs no bush,

we’d choose once we got behind the curtain, we guessed,

if it’s there anymore except

in Geist . . . while one gush mail addles in accidental

against its—when walking Tokyo—wonderful

you caming to OOIOO show & I

Ill put you on the just list—

this against—flurry of

finger-pointing—forget it

and your phony numbers like in why two okeydoke

take it, one ration under planes—

Apaches, syllabled to us versus shame—

one galaxy under goods, world’s-without-end fair

under the indivisible party, beneath security, below

God’s belts to humanity, with

puberty and enduring as-is and no trial for troglodytes and dogs and

tax treats for by for

allegiance. The friction has its machine—as you choose it?

Source: From Dame Quickly (Litmus Press, 2009)