Bunch of Stuff

To all events I squirted you

knowing this not to be this came to pass

when we were out and it looked good.

Why wouldn’t you want a fresh piece

of outlook to stand in down the years?

See, your house, a former human energy construction,

crashed with us for a few days in May

and sure enough, the polar inscape

brought about some easier poems,

which I guessed was a good thing. At least

some of us were relaxed, Steamboat Bill included.

He didn’t drink nothing.

It was one thing

to be ready for their challenge, quite another to accept it.

And if I had a piece of advice for you, this is it:

Poke fun at balm, then suffer lethargy

to irradiate its shallow flood in the new packaging

our enemies processed. They should know.

The Gold Dust Twins never stopped supplicating Hoosiers

to limn the trail. There’s no Shakespeare.

Through the window, Casanova.

Couldn’t get to sleep in the dumb incident

of those days, crimping the frozen feet of Lincoln.