TRANSEGMENTAL DRIFT

It’s the mind makes a muck of these Sylvan

Occlusions and mannered pronouncements.

“Abominable!” is the word, beastly—

Sound obtruding into the poem like a

Pork rind at a Bar Mitzvah. Just give the

Twist a break, or several. Nailed down to

24-hour fog duty. The un-

iforms are soiled and ill fitting. But jeans

Regularize all that. The stuff of themes:

Cut and paste, morose, interdenomi-

nation, laser-sharp lobotomy. The

Door the door closes. As when a conti-

nental divide becomes metaphor for

Swimming laps (summary judgment). Goad the

Goalie but leave me to fall to pieces

With my jet skies on. The waves roll, taking

No toll. How about you?