Cold Minneapolis. White flakes
float solo, lazily
toward frozen sod. He
sleepy too, Great Harry – shakes
his fusty bearskin (Mister Rabbi
tucked into his cave).
Wish they would behave.
A wayward dolor over fly-by
country ekes the bile from bunny-fur.
clamps inhibit memory, yessir.
Over the mantle in the dim apartment
Lafayette was dancing
just for Washington. Sing
victory, Columbia – our true intent
was Liberty. Hail to the Chief
in Indian Country –
arctic blue pine tree
sheds secret home (Sending Relief).
Grandpa’s got amnesia now.
The old brass shell from
Belgium mourns like a bell
in the pipe-smoky corner. Plow
up the rose from the deep well of France,
Willa – that spiral dance
Crane zigzagged in a trance,
Atlantis echoing in weedy elegance.
Unfinished business crowds a heavy
surf onto the canvas.
Painter sticks to grass
with orange tar-baby. Chevy
waves from Davy’s Locker – swings
his palm toward magnetic
north. D.C. frantic –
Empire stuns fleet – Mort brings
us to us knees. Only a wee
green island merman,
imperturbable, remain –
Pacific mule (Admiral of Ocean Sea).
A little grey jay (Whisky Jack)
whistles through her veil
of salt-shaking. Sail
on, Peace Corps – Pearl’s Clamshack!
Under the turbid rotoring
of pyramid schemes –
when trumpery becomes
a weird mudfish – a rippling
stone floats to the surface, springs
to hover – catenary
honeycomb (or berry-
gem). All minions, toughs & underlings
flee suddenly, like shady characters
out of a bad novel
(their plots unravel).
Blue J’s light canoe threads jasper piers.