Cobbled in daybreak’s neon greasy spoon.
The holidays seemed possible.
For once in our lives the pistols weren’t sexual.
Inclined towards a poem.
The pistils weren’t designated.
Or even integers exactly.
Various ports entered our city.
For once in my life I thought I was Dutch.
I studied like a jeweler a diamond.
Eurydice left fingerprints in silence.
Invisible & wreck ‘em, wrote Marge on her pad.
Call her, why don’t you?
Six dire pontoons pancake her escrow.
Her home is a font period
Your jalopy’s her Wing House.
Call her. yesIwill. So why don’t you?
Nordic Trac period Involves flights from danger.
To upstage a stranger whose pose is a flute.
Adam & Eve loaf on a raft.
That answer photographs the desert.
St. John ate locust. Survived on wild honey.
That answer.
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