(to be
played on a fipple flute)
pleat folded
down the middle of
clashed
fabric at the far edge, or, open and shut
case, locked up where odd motion
rip roaring
tale a singer slurred
tabled possibility
a splotch
veering off
on the gravelly road with a gravelly voice
balance
between polywater & scrunch
a
protovision at the sound of things happening
recover
those words
got used
& forgot, forwent
foreshadowed,
fobeled & juggled;
affix to the
silence a clasped shirking,
ask each
second in the morning for a first
an alphabet
as a sequence
cold fusion
jazz
in a jerk
lurch jar ...
focus: you aren’t in canned laughter any
longer
pay no
attention
to the man
behind the certain
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