Serve us mechanically
separated meat. Please
say “Please.” Let no needs interrupt
suppers of beaks and wings.
Sturgeon filets accompany Forex stings. The
submersible offshore is a numbers
station. Read it back to me:
stub torn in half from the last race.
Several of my colleagues lost,
sunning at Bahamian beach resorts.
Stones in heat warm their cold
surgical scars. Heuristic implants
serve no purpose when batteries die.
Social contagions affect effort: a bear licks its
stamp, camo-bucolic. The woods of dusted HVAC
serpentine the oxygen tower’s hot dog stand.
Sneezing implies interpretation. Translated,
stand cell-by-cell and talk. A demand:
speak. Investigate the condiments. No hurry?
Subsist with the rest in contradiction.
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This is the last poem in a series of collaborative poems I wrote with Eric Larsen called “Reactions.”
