Three Poems berfrois / by Ken Taylor


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.


heat lightning


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.


lyric comportment


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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