Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Fourteen Lines for Rick Morrow
Indiana, don’t futz with my algorithm—
front porch whiskey covenants:
a scamper then a chorus of blasts, &
oh the things we save.
Date leaps, cliff wasted: ACME still
in business: product activation failed.
Sweet long trails: meteor show, august,
(as if to say “sober”) Perseids & all
the rest: a midwestern cull speaks
on irony & a big northwest heart
transported makes another document
& is: harried, black loam, topsoil,
formidable observer, last sturdy
post on the fence.