Stare into the common
inspiration, comma
that's scrambled, instinctively.
The joy that's hetero, blimp
of scholastic, stamped
harmony. To traipse this town, around
docks and squares in
professional equations (originality
the code "can-do's" of syndactylic
senates that are shorn
of a stable fit, fixed
in stationary tents) assured
as a Leveler stinking politics. As a nun done
in a town that is fun, in January.

Pub. Feb. 1999

DRC