say fm

its a tiny bit-wise extraction,
crystal solenoid inversions stevie wonders why
the dial is turning and still the station
remains on probabation

hot cha cha

like tube worm steam vents
eating titanic on ice
and sequestered data goes down smooth

if you can find it

Lorentzian Integral

I would rather integrate with the St Lawrence
on any warm day

and find the area under every wave

irs irks

tax the ticks
lets suck THEIR blood

ticks in the spring

feel your pants crawl away
and latch their zipper fangs into your thigh
and feel the bacteria loosen and tighten your heart
and then go to the doctor

Jangle in the e'nin'

Jingle Jungle, all the way the pavement is cracked
and the holes are stacked in the wrong direction that
the water rolls, solid gold shoals waiting for soild shirt ships
to strike and take on heart flutters and slink down among the place
where snails pace back and forth guarding a horde of mongrel magic
fastners, tying the klookmops to the yakstaks in the cabinet out behind

Avenue Sleuth

sharp spots and needle nose fish
looking around the coral corner for the
shark that bit their tail and tied their failures to a minimization
of error, the same goes
for the avante garde of steam engine whistle innovators,
flying saucers full of mustard custard,
old dirty buzzards circling a Q and doting on their T

LORENTZ

should take a walk down the street
and dip into the river and sink
the peak of which is too sharp
like a straw perrier sipper
the big dapper bear in the sky
spinning round and round the old round sea

is it the tea?

I am looking for orange juice?
but finding tea, its too hot.
my tongue is too cold and the two dont
mix like tea and water do.