I eat the round raisins
like dipped chocolates
inside a capsized shovel
[spilling softly the meat
of the streets
left hanging branches]
A ball gown designed
inside the spotty periods
between a & z—
a cutlered set of pie petals
reapportioned amongst the digital
inevitable.
So softly the weeping...
[kept inside waiting
golden &
solemn & chaste
like a special puppy]
Understand the concept
Of liberty
Without boxes
Rulers
Pops...
Instead a dangerous civility
Where transgressions meet brute force
& the certainty of what is right
[plus the time
future time
all the time
waiting for an apple to fall up]
Stephen Martin, 6/10/2021
