Three Poems by Ken Taylor
June 13, 2014
clearing without reversal
hawk or death: a way of saying balance
isn’t fair. tipped to seamless fletching &
heat-seeking scurry in municipal flowers.
cast, aerie, kettle: rehearsing wrath on
fir cones. speech higher than the binary:
civic containment: shattered arithmetic.
all statutes on their side: illegal to kill or
capture or possess a hawk dead or alive.
until verticality’s undone & the food chain
top tumbles down thru utopian parkways.
cooper’s, sharp-shinned, red-shouldered
vestige rung by crowd funding of hitherto
consumed. in the argot of rabbits: ahawk
is always a hawk: unlessit’s a cabbage.
the ether pulls back curtains & evergreens
inside a frock drama comb other eyes for
prompts. deciduous spend false currency.
last of the stragglers ushered to the stalls.
their marquee said: will shock, burn or cause
death. everyone assumes a bracing position.
over the moon a pebble sky blisters copper.
seconds duped by curvature mime woozy tin.
endowed by unseen hands stars think inside
a bigger box stage-whispering change work
orders: asking the color wheel for otherness
to gray. we return to normal enough & nymph
light: orchestral decrescendo to cricketscape:
small-d denouement: no fire this time.
peanut butter spread truth by untruthful
fare: startled splay after dare of tucking
in. trickster thirsty for knowing flew into
sequel by lapping a lap the jackal licked:
prodigal mouse mishap via lituus trigger
tripped for toothsome we might pray on:
soul to keep. daedal double flip into catch
& no release portal with big womb splash.
or take the first tomb from the epicenter
to make the next devastation. horsewhip
seared onto tablet & commodity uttering
crack down on swoop of lesser lit nether
lip at false supper. o happy rush to bait
& switch frenzy: eclogue con & crush.
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