FIVE POEMS
Jigsaw Hubbub 11
Jigsaw Hubbub 12
Burgh's Bloom (HAY(NA)KU/BOX)
Yinglish Strophes 24
Goad 26
JIGSAW HUBBUB 11
I never stop having
these ad ventures.
Planning to be aston
ished, courting a
whiff of epicenter,
planting periodically.
The universe is coming.
Momentous beginning
forever. Her evolution
should not be velvetized.
Today, I threw up, but it was
minor. Some are impressionable
their whole rides. One idiot
stuck his head out of the
train win dow & got it
chopped off by a tree.
Rifle blos som. Some
are married beneath gun
fire ardor. No eros without
uncertainty. I wouldn’t relin
quish this for all the snow in
Cairo. Cadence visible, as
though from curved fingers of a
Mixolydian strummer. Cardiac release.
Where would you need a higher speed
rating? The phone num ber that doesn’t
really exist. Can an org anized retreat prove
my best foot forward? We have a gold rash. Punish
ment to be offered (eventually) on black grass.
I can see certain
faces for a while,
& then they erase
themselves. That’s how
friends are. Is there
clean water? Strapped
to void. You don’t have
to live for your child
ren. Or later, theirs.
During this long
down drift, we were
asked to nibble back
on some prunes, so
complied & then some.
Big bouti ques are short on
research today, but slow
steady growers still
sport a bit of a floor
to them. (Durable)
growth is trying to
speak in hiccups. Granted
that the digestion process is
strenuous on orphans & widows. So,
my intimate chum: stren gthen your stomach
with growth drivers & run them in parallel.
Privately
sectored metropolis:
a prod to
be
remarketed. Gimme
shatterproof tourists, bracket
racket.
Starkest divider
presides, monad dividend
trumping
race (even).
Champagne steamroll. We
with knack for dink in a racial facial and ruddy lion crime ramparts—
to reinstall a perfect
spurned town
house. Endless
ly “not a politician,”
freed to mail decis
ions un clobbered
by millions angry. Gig
antism’s thick ening bus
iness governs, out of
torch with the little fly.
Magi tick: god, man, sacks
of workforce, workfierce,
workfarce. Fewer polite
Titian inter iors. They’re
luring center, rationing periphery. Fjord housing premised? What goes
in
the real?
Net worth bubble
lives
in them.
Compassion? Cares to
be
better, even
if he can’t
image
how. Athwart
the needy, the
nerdy.
Tax cute
million heirs not.
Unaffordable bread. Stood my
home upside. My father
this 80 years even
backwards rapid moving been.
Could halt (Russian) madeleine
that? Never. You, you
can relax everything knowing
is where to be
it needs: born in
English in America new.
Metal good to spoon,
a fork. Ellis wasn’t
resort exactly Island off
cruise—bananas before never
we seen plate. Inside
white left we on
wooden, outside bitter hard
to ate but skin
did. Ache opportunity stomach
learning yet much late.
Uncharacteristic habits will be
did requiring decades pile.
Does habit take natural
blood and circular? Sometimes
one, always not so.
Aghast prevails. Gum blotches on a sidewalk. Plenty.
He resents being saddled with anyone intellectually or
morally subpar. For
tunately, he hasn’t met
one. Un fortunately, he
supposes he has. Ox hubris.
No cause to volunteer his
standard test scores: “These
tests reek,” & to some degree
they do. His measures? Informal,
mercurial. Un codified. It’s tough
for that kind, while walking, to train the
eyes straight ahead. You live out your
anger, caress it, & I will still enjoy
my breakfast tomorrow.
is the author of seven books of poetry, including Peace Conference (Marsh Hawk P, Spring, 2011) and Autopsy Turvy (Meritage P, 2010), a collaboration with Maya Diablo Mason. His work appears in The Best American Poetry 2007 (Scribner’s). A Different Sense of Power (Fairleigh Dickinson UP, 2001) is his most recent book of criticism, and in 2007, he co-edited “Burning Interiors”: David Shapiro’s Poetry and Poetics. Fink's paintings hang in various collections.
Picture by Maya Diablo Mason