Put up your dukes how a skyscraper
plays with a sheikh chequebook. Fluke,
meet mollusc. I seem to have misplaced
the earth in my socket. Cuff ‘em.
This is how my early word gets the firm:
a) turns down Prince William Sound
as 1% of an iceberg.
b) markets Guantanamo praṇāma
c) tells the rivers “act casual
while your timber shivers.”
I convict Geneva conventions. I compute
the banshees of platoons. I put the et tu
in lettuce. I of newt. We’re through
if intention’s the cyanotype of Creation.
Let’s make joy buzzer our collective
misnomer. Good to know Petrovietnam
mixes in the same crop circles. Spit –
we have an accord – on my hypocritical palm.