futurisimo

that shoe

of god

works hard

and no wonder

her obligations

are pressed

bread and

boring holes

in the linen

of spaced-out cat

board ahoy roar forth

driven with evinrude

powerhead bombardier

and milk the stale

devil she would like

to sew daisies

into her flesh

but honey perfume

and whole

happenstance

permits some knuckle I

hesitate to say

but that this

were a parenthesis

a bracket a boulder

she would seed

her back porch

with fig trees

and doubt

lie about

within wonder