James Wagner

ASIL

Lowered by laughter, wielded, beset, no gongs
Flower the interning atmosphere. Dials of the
Foundation gallop as golden haunched maze
Workers tuning a lantern. Fallen almonds
Brocade the wispy little fists, patted by gods,
Slow to devour, aiming like a kite into a bad
Marriage. Less pollinated but surer the footing,
Mildewed widows rehearse the pledges of
Impolite air. Winter balloons and surfaces
Of sharp immediate openings. All one can say,
Playing a guitar that fairly assails, all one can
Lie about, begotten of soft women, is kindling
For poor coins to collide. It's a typical visit.

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ILAS

Free brooming secrets. The life stultified and
All the local absolvements personify a head
Left on. Barbarous inscrutable abandonment.
The falling waters of. The night asphyxiated.
The dollars fluttering in a breeze of vacant
Memories. Of the slow molar of coining. Of
The window that refracts this existence into
A plane of shade. For the dogs do scent it.
And the weird obtuse absence columns me.
Limps on. How sun knows its yolk as a fly
Appears and the seldom meant mitigates it.
Leering wind approves the imprecise rain.
Staking out a matter amid the calling off.

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HATRAF

The context of the occasion of writing this poem,
The context of sitting versus standing or driving.
The green light loaning its hinge of Finnish. The
Anger from whats. The dark out and the cars of
On a hill. The gossip drilling. A matter of a fast
Firm hand against the head. A head being a show
Box often coffiny. A plum tart. One does speak
Of comings and goings and the Polish bowling
Alley. She said life I guess gets worse. Horses
Or not. Meaning caging. The children's cartoons
Supplying fakeness early so one will grow to go
Looking. The context of the fingers and one broken
Wrong. To get out of all this and how. Forgettable.