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BRUCE COVEY |
Irrigate
Bend it to get a better angle
Across your knee, what you saw
Thru dirigible’s sky
The part that turns in
A kaleidoscope’s current
Wing that west & change
For dime’s ablution.
Regular?
Bend to access the section
Around its corner
The copper piece bronze braid
& your stiff lip to encase it
Seeing who has to
Gather everyone into a room
& review who died & why
How’s thunderstorm
Or wagon wheels
Redistributing gravel.
Couple
Holes, a creature
Wriggles its ends & parched
Awaits atmosphere’s
Hydrogen reallocation
A paper one, an airplane’s
Worth of moisture that flutters
To the stem
Too late & paused for instruction
Acrobat Formula
Ditto, come see what’s new for rain!
Dotted jump rope, two cans, & a carrier pigeon
To carry the fibred puffs of smoke,
Large as cigarette cartons,
Into the fabric decoder ring
Itself a mystic tautology
In the end it’s the eye
That sorts out the pungent seeds
& dashes & dots them between raindrops
& into the rayon, easy to clean dumpster
& to nibble on these phonemes
Because when it’s all clear
The liaison will negotiate the hypotenuse
Connecting hangar to plane
& in the ultimate insertion
Redirect your woolen attention
Straight to the arrow that implies the trapeze
Science Fiction
Frozen it’s a bicycle electric streamer. Dear
Ear, lend me an ace, an orange bowl of
sherbet
A pin & something to write on.
Now paperclipping
The everyday to the fantastic & turning on the fan
So that a diamond stands in as y; x hangs in
For turn.
The road hovering over its map, with
A soda machine at the 6-way & many topics:
Ice Cream, nearby’s collie, long
before they even
Got divorced.
The one on TV & the talk of the town:
Space vehicles & insect repulsion systems now work,
Watching them in action at the open doorway
& on a cot or squatting or sit, so that really really
Someone must, dragging her magnetic self behind
& gasping at the arrays of filings—did this all
For me, you did this all for me!
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