The Little Words Mean the Most

What's wrong with manipulation?

If we didn't manipulate people, we'd never get anything done.

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The Lie

Did not hold

Will poetry save me?

Or make me a better person

in your eyes?

 

Couldn't hurt, I think.

What separates us from the animals.

 

But then who cares really

whether chipmunks open bank accounts

or learn to write

in benefits rather than features and

as a consequence much celebrated in the Squirrel Nut News

sell

a record amount of seeds?

 

This is my window

into Northern Ireland in 1942:

Two small spiralbound pages

on which I keep score and

the lads and lassies conspire

the

the is more tragic

than a or an.

Given.

but stops hearts

ticking still a moment ago

too late

as if though

nothing were ever to happen between cloud

and clod

 

a conspiracy of you’ll be here tomorrow,

the same as

 

Pass it on

What he must have said

In his also-ran language,

 

“Welcome, you, to this road I hold so dear that Romans

marched their

hobnailed fruit upon, that le a petite small child train choo

choo long gone last sniffle & sneeze theatrically defied gravity

 

Welcome, I shout to you in my calliope voice:

We are matched DNA! And I gear off embarrassed

I am too wide & impetuistic, never have I met more person than you Free

all free the poppies of

our shared cigars!

No,

ambivalence will not do.

 

I have set my teapots dancing

 

I shout my shout in blue gold red cream

Banners on your miracle driving

In gratitude

From all of France

For your kind, redemptive, august, sensitive, generative,

our puny mts. swell and harden in your presence.

All hail you!

Humble moi.

Dry

I thought it was you

It was the bottle talking

Our life is not biology

Our life is our story

You suffer the fate worse than death

You're no longer interesting.

No wind in the willows

Leaves

as if painted

on an appliance-white sky