Today's poem is by Ken Rumble
Tendency skip rock plate techniques:
one to the left, three to the right. Correction
and escalation, the sound of tit for tat.
There's no absolute zero (check the want ads)
only absolution and the muddythe unclear
are confined to darknessthis German
sounds like that German. The grass heart woven
with a steam valve near the pierced eye brow
when will she arrive? of when will she? The answer
is the question at the top of the page reworded, right?
And like that allowable, unforeseeable road without
dust, air without breath, tar without
stain, near without nexttake it in stride,
follow the hyperbole; there's a pot there
and here a pond, some sun
tapped up by little waves.
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