half-mast


these are frantic times
(mostly jaguars and coyotes and boars)
for the machine gun preacher,
for whom immigration is not a simple issue.

the rapid reaction brigade of Portugal
wants jetpacks.  Bitchy Jones’s Diary
would slap a porcupine.

raindrop impressions: autumn’s limping in.

pumpkin scissors make the study of Torah
its chief occupation.  The Fiskerton Phantom
is science by backhoe.

healthcare in Utah: great people treat trifles
as trifles.  Farewell, Oingo Boingo.

only the mediocre are always at their best;
go on Joe Franklin and tell the whole tri-state area.

Fortunatus of Spoleto sees the truth in
the shine.  The extrema ratio remains a
gross generalization.  I find purpose at
a Nashville sit-in. Number 5 is alive.

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