uneasy uneasy
Uneasy uneasy as the buildup of rain in the clouds. Clouds of male poets yielding undecipherable rain. Mysterious repetitions, giddy line breaks, harmful or harmless strings of words working on each other. Wordswork. Swork, like a sword.
Murk like muck, mark like milk.
Milk like melt, melt like milt.
Milty kindness white in the dark water.
Overcome by opposition. Cannot be counteracted, not by swatch, not by dice, not by smart. Songbirds leaving the Yukon. Leaving for the Yukon. Mesmerized. (Do not overuse this word.)
Shocked, shockalot. The breakfast of Champignons.
Lance in France, snake in the lake, song and dance.
Howsomeover, whatsoever, whomsomoreover, dastardly.
Complexion complication. Arthur Avenue, I have been looking for you all my life. The cheese held up for our delicate touch, the texture and weight of the lively scrotum. Honestly. No sex please. It’s all after all afterwards, conjugations and conjunctions. The Latin of how-do-you-do.
The construction of the more the merrier. The still the cherrier, the shoe the farrier. The late, the tarrier, the single the marrier. How do I carry her, what shall I wearier? Wearier and tearier, saucier and Marnier. Grand Marnier.
Maybe the application of a bit of liquor is in order on this grassy night. Birds sang so loudly this morning, a quarrelsome flock-a-mock. Stories without people. The people are gone because of a bomb. Animals always know what’s coming.
Signed,
“The Glum Pig”
July 7, 2005