Some words
Have too much to say
That’s not what
Saying’s for
Better to mean
What you don’t intend
Than not mean what
You thought you did
Interpretation
Is stolen valor
Politics of emotions
What turns your head
Or turns on I’m working
Excavating unnatural
Materials of global consumption
Only under local conditions
When the construction resumes
Consoled by consoles
Counseled by councils or
Consumed by consummations
Not a garden but a mine
The canceling canto
Made for the benefit of the doubt
A patronage in a castle
On a long weekend
By the cliffs
The waves are speaking
Can I learn new words
For longer than the time it takes
To say them
Subventions sound geological
Like earthquakes or pyroclastic flows
How elastic
Can these feelings get
First code
Then transcription commences
Or in another model
Transcription comes first
Asserting its right to survive
Out there on its own
With legs dangling over the drain
As the osprey flies
With a fish in its talons
Swarmed by blackbirds
The pond has a hole in it
Where the water flows out
That’s how you know
It’s not really a pond