Denly Ware

i hear them:

	sucks in abs o phorical saint
	munal soul just before it shakes hands with
	isolated     itted     denly aware of
	click     clack     prayed with after timing
	itself open in public     gument     glibly to say
	clear throat     rection     ar gue     think of myself now
	a self-delusion imagining itself in real time
	walk     walking’s free     come on over ethereal meatball
		hot city at the base of the clouds

	newly seized power from its house of wart monkeys
	mermaids and sea elephants dunking green donuts
	in one of the side fountains where dren fidently play
	a biolinguistic image of a stewed dragon projected on a cathedral wall
	a kitten carrying a barrel of water in a coffee cup

from Yew Nork (2014)