mollification

the shine was off so I grabbed another
drifting down as I went
coffee filters try
drip up my legs with a cup of wise
I didn't ask questions while waiting
that was for later
drinking mollified wine
it's all in the wait
the craftiness of drafters, saving for later
orange gone mandarin belie the point
sauerkraut on lime waiting for delivery
there be an old man in a tub
seeding the washing
bully for him and his waggelty thing
overexposed and nudish
the blocks of sun they lie betwixt the copper spaniels
beneath the desk watching the washes
29 in line
goosing the porridge hot to cold
eating the equilibrium
one taste of wise and down the hatch
it doesn't always happen that way
summer high summer dry
none too wise
the toothy know better
scratch your legs and roll on
tried to fail
not that you care
carried away
forward and backward eating tide
the ocean's wake tottles the wind
it was not what they liked, but how they cried
perhaps the toothache's whining
trots the cupcakes liming
timing the measured molecules
arising to squat them away
cursed in all 12 tongues
I don't ask why
nudish rails
one doesn't ask the left behind
I grabbed a stick to beat the senseless molecules til they cried
it was meaningless
left them behind the burning bush
turned on the hose
the house is empty


denis streeter  8/24/16