Traipse, w/ Chapstick & nebulizer
by Dennis Mahagin
[ poetry - may 11 ]
in the great
guttering
stream
of things,
what's a bit
of shudder,
of labored
breathing?
phosphorescent
as minnows who
swish , then
when
darting, in
and out, thru fits
and starts, make 3 wishes
for the doubtful schools
of thought,
all
that we 1) swallow,
then hung (2)
left, forgot
3) about.
what's
wrong? an odd
cough's nothing, no
thing
walking it
off in the
back forty
swollen
with dragon
flies and pollen,
strings
of amoeba
behind the eye
ball, the krill
with crayfish
in shallows,
brine, gorgon
zola, cold turkey
wattle ...
suppose
it's never too late
to transpose
a gait? one
head floats
high in the clouds,
a bell tinkling
a beard's
goat. we'll be pinning the
tail on
something by
god that rustle
of wings
is only a clearing
of your throat.
