study 177

mash go ten times almost

raticide refractor shelf-life

is almost, got there to scurry wild hum glint-glance

i wd. like every phrase used herein

to disappear from the electronic

beep beep database,

it’s dialogue

too-too prevalent offscreen

just shoot the maybe goin’ there

to feel at a flat light afternoon

slightly cold southern December, it

works its way into piney woods

as a subroutine

i might say the parka gives me a

madrigal or a nightcrawler kind of state:

there you debouche

into the back streets

to be greeted by

a crashed flying saucer

mild or devolving

cultural joke

it teeters    not all that close

to the edge