agape and gleaming
continuity’s fantastic riven
nativity’s long scene, set up for
the last ride to Tchoupitoulas
to let slip — imitative, telemetric,
brandishing willows;
Green, alive, oaks extorting Easter
magnolias of impaled adolescent
furies, roughed-up anomie’s
disabuse-of-poetic
compunction, posing, not to
look back: your stoned semiotic
conspiracy in a choleric, and low mood.
As many else, could
not contain: the brown sugar,
kosher salt, Gödelian dæmon.