Homonculus Of Oaks

At dawn where the pecan
hangs, the way we slip away
while monitoring the way
a pulpit stands or a voice
interupts the politics of sleep,
in every direction
an aversion to certain words:

ambidextrous, skin bag

"anent" (usage by Follett)
black, slang of thieves
on mash and bead,
quick aged on oak chips
bulldogged encyclopedias
where some take the waters,
others, palms and bitters
its - elf dependent
immediately on invention
beyond that
several baptisms

mean nothing.

The true and puritan
executioner got paid
yesterday in camp gear -
her knuckles promised
more gas chamber
monkey business-

arbitrary analogy of the unfit
borrowed time but who knows it!

mothers at the library
look for rides home
a pleading in their eyes
tells everyone, help me

there is no end to capability
-canonical cancer sweeps
the awards shows

no surprises in the excess
of hair cuts: misery, activism
and the look of several
off-campus apartments
to set up for a memoir
and rescue stray puppies
in army surplus dungarees.

FACT: war equals money
and 'other things'.
Why not just say it?

This Sunday belongs to no one,
the leaves it scatters testify
to vagrancy, lack of effort.