So everything thinks of hands
running an enemy or its tank.
Still, if that's all you've refused
to gun down.
This gown at least killed a mistake
and its troops were finger-less.
Thus we speak in a straw canoe of serpent worship,
fed on the basis of a private postfix.
That it is superficially fair to say literally
"we command." Any feast of unleavened bread,
this is our cut,
a brief statistic.
First with the supplicant, the best
source of seldom, then moving up
the chain of command as necessary.
An albatross hovers weirdly,
wounded by acupuncture
at the area of reciprocity.
He is identified by a sign:
For Emergency Use Only
I.
This handsome desperation—
acrimonious towards all
collections of blood—
complements the sesame polls.
Bayonets of some correlating phoenix.
II.
A contraindication
will be played
in triple time,
carried away
by contented
terns
David Dunn is an editor by trade.
He likes to play
with words.
Also, he thinks people should stay up later.
Comments (closed)
Pam Zuschlag
2011-08-02 20:30:23
Glad you are writing. Don't know much about poems but these seem good. You know I'm mainly into estrogen at a shallow level:). You are great!!!!
Justin
2011-08-03 07:00:21
Love "Introduction."
Alex Nodopaka
2011-08-16 21:46:33
i like to play
with your words
and think
you should stay
up late