by Jack Tricarico
Unwilling to move south
I bypass the ruled paper
Finding foolish steps
Unchecked
Unlike hard-on in leather
So be your torn, unborn dress
Dog to fit whimper
Overhauled or overlooked
When you think water
Your undiscovered hands
That come banging
Before weather report
Otherwise
Another story is
How the letter H got pregnant
Before the sentence was finished
As sandmen retreat
In shadowless shadow
Up and down
I’ll know before
The time outlined
Doubles move sideways
In shrill noises
Here the bones do not speak
A grey language
Here the light does not look back
At how pale it was yesterday
In drift swelled by rain
I hold no grudges
No sour grapes for thee
A few feet to the right
A contrived derangement
That unlikeable sound
A gnat flew there
A cockroach thought twice
Nothing is so clearly white
With proof of dying at springtime
To settle for flowers
