| M.
Sarki
Effacing
the Clown
It was the strangest goose
was going. Rugged and
bad to sneak into
the pasture
with the rabbits.
And an eaglet
on the ground
being devoured by
a cat.
Being
Thanked by You for Having Me
I
am a jacatoo.
Indulgent in my
stuttering. And
your admonishments
pronounce me
clumsy. But it
is I who twills
my strategies.
Delayed, yes.
But full of note.
And void
of compromise.
Above
the Plankton
It
was climbing
onto Noah. A
fontanel of dew
at the stern of
his neck. The
moment beyond
reckoning.
Another tote
on board.
No Entry
In the morning,
your bedclothes
wet with fallen
sleep, I slip
into the crease
he made for you.
And where
justice plays
its reel of film
for all the
world to see.
On the Favor of the Lost
It fits the crime
so beautifully.
The long angles
gleaming in the
claque of its twilight.
Its old bosoms suffocating
this joyous occasion.
And the renderings they
hang as being still
compossible to us.
All this. And nothing
too soon.
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