A hem heralds fissures, diffuse threats. Of stillness, I swam in flocks, and coated. In Vs rise swelling marks. Of instigation, of of.
Mark another tally on lack lust crumple, ripen solace. For gauged polis, athletes flaxen, greasing crossings crowed. Accented and sloped along, better miners a glossy rave querulous. Diagonals fizzle and raise foul lines. A rotation taken to tongue, of viewers sunning central.
Among carriages sucked along, blithenesses swap places. Traffic mode yieldings, their chests bared to vanillas.
EVAN KENNEDY is the author of Us Them Poems (BookThug). He runs Dirty Swan Projects.