Month: December 2012

WHEN MAN EXPLOITS MANNA (YOUR SPELL CHECK IS COMPLETE)

Heft about an hour ago
Coming out foe one that day
Clam and focused on his manuscript
In his own elfish way

In his mote room
Two bocks off Central Square
Seemed the prefect spot
To get his fir share

Air-conditioning and teeming radiators
Indigenous names on their sings
It was all knew to us
For the pat two weeks

Ups of strong tea
After the games wee over
It gores on for several moments
For the foreseeable suture

Roost a chicken on it
All the cocks are synchronized
Proper up on two pillows
They don’t teem eye to eye

Pigeons flapping their wigs
It scars the shit out of him
So he took a sic day
He done it on a whim

We can spit a million
Picking the winners and looters
Parrot on a stand in the coroner
He felt an infinity with this

Could use my pace at any time
Just enough for a weak
What mot people’s lives
She put me at east

A forceful snack on my back
It was the kid of a thing to do
Used her as a modal for a class
She didn’t have nay shoes

Way up there in the tanking
Aspire that rises above everything
When man exploits manna
As if it was a fiat accompli

– all lines are spell check “misunderstandings” found in my mss.

(2009)