Her Table Salts

Forced to celebrate
Greasing wagons
For where there used to be tornados and
We used to roast lemons         Now
There is produce and groceries and
          someone else to           clean it up
in baron telescope
          looking back on the folded worm hole
    a metabolic shift
                                     dancing like a tree sprouted from
          an abandoned chimney
All pipes curving down but really and accurately toward the structure they sprout from
                     and in your glorious greenhouse
tomatoes are delicious
         tendencies are predisposed
  your answers are yolk and yoke
to nearly everything that moves
...we made...
                     ...and make up for...
...whatever isn't...
as to not be accused of
trying to lead the witness
                     you can see it just as clearly as I can or anyone can or anywhere now or anything ever done

Before the limestone went all hole
some tube of understanding was
Passed or past
Before your very eyes or feet
or hair so fine and reasonable
there is no reason to not make more
More or Moore
There is not a Now like this anymore
Your sticky wheels congested with refrain
My party uninviting
--
9.3.10

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