2.
Whole basis
is to usurp
all the pollen
in the pigpen. Bother
the zodiac
with the ongoing
slant
when the demure
outlet relishes
the hectic
quartz. A parity
of swishes excel
on the gopher’s behalf
like the moose pastry
that gouges
a treaty
as the foamy elder
hooks onto it
unsold.
10.
Under the arbor
alias pergola
that is the locale
where excited jiggles
rise from a pocket
of suave music
to beckon the lanky grouch—
whose digestive gland
is prone to wail—
to whoop
because this nippy
epoch’s wisdom
is smudged
if the studio oriole
is worthy of a ride
from the morgue
to this polished hearse.
12.
The hanger
hangs
vacant
in the closet. Wipe down
fabled dust
off its configuration.
Similarly, the llama
stands between
the fourth spruce
and the gulch
then tramples on
to stamp
the campfire twice
waking everyone
so as to put
the obese major’s
subtle chants,
jail them in bluish gleams
tackling the ranch;
the brazen tongue
exuding early morn.
15.
Without having
to sample
crawling ivory
one knows
that it isn’t tangy
and can conclude
via previous
experience
that it will never be
a kind of stylus
taking a census
because, as the harrow
wallops through…
prior to the rising
rust-hued wheat,
its noise vital
like a muffled bottle’s
cap that bursts, foraging
the bits of chaff
one espies.
16.
Never engagé,
the gawky borax
streaks across
the poor vitrine
much like this outfit
is only a fluke
to locate the profit
in the ozone
as you kneel
knees unlock
prying open
pious thinking
of bigamy. Bellow
your intent
for brandy nearly
thirty years ago…
Waylaid and abashed
your noggin-igloo
like butter bakes, expelling
its markup price
to health.
19.
Leave enough
candid suede
for the lackey’s
grim debate
impaired by (yet
becalmed in) downy
muslin rhetoric
that the jobber
and miner
call out through
the copse,
nudge their larynxes
for the genius type
as the zealot marvels
over minced ice
tawdry but in pain
for this tidbit
of ironic glory
in the daedal rain.
21.
The penman at sixty
has the power
of a cherub to snarl
at the grisly
mound of dawn
not to disabuse
but abide
the leaf-shrouded thrush
to warble, trill
in its clandestine
destiny
as the heavy ember
would be
like a column
caught
in the mystic’s
giblet for a shekel
or a lizard under
the minutiae
of a peony
enduring the systolic simile
forever moot.
(from Randoem)
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