GET THE PEANUTS
Andrew Riley Clark
bright lights go further down
scratching all you have around this table
assuming immaculate
winnowing, we can write nothing
all lines, two words
it's a race, a sphere, octagon
a tiny cabbage bush hole-in-the-wall
technical oblivatory standards
the lattice tremendously obstinate
a seagull disappearing in opulent sea-foam
formulated in stark black morning Kafka
peer summoning, the moaning some mornings
hitch in fine grave mourning dove flight-paths
gravel haymaker and the bees sing
foxes ring in dunegrass
a pass on obvious stones
a shell, 17 shells, 35
one rectangle & several other rectangles
the white spaces unforeseen traps
and spiky hold-ems, stick-um
between the nail and glue
a four-ton fortune in each glitter bag
held a true guttered downpour
a host of watery semaphores
tap tap tap on nothing space
the face of Roger, Susan
the neighbor's glowing harlequin of perpetual recognition
a pet is the mind, crosswinds abut
feed and caterwaul
single green pixel flanks an entrance hardly expected
jubilant fortunes prick the screendoor
tracking things before were vacant