"Luna"

coat check at iota piscium
the shoulders are broad in a leader
hat tipped to 4 degrees
to give an air of palm trees in the winter.
do you know the captain have you met the man
he moves with ease through rapids of the politique the germinal
the excused.
crash landing by a young girl outside the valet
she speaks French cuisine French kissing rendezvous with dreams
that appear in the water - ------ - - film atop land
and leave in the high grasses behind the 305. - -- ---- shock atop accent.
2:45pm and Luna has landed on the Moon. our little collision son. one man’s face is the mirror of a thousand generations
and more, without remembering.
it’s the speaking about the physics that confounds the crowds
leaves them in their stilts feeling altered bewitched
without focus lens


at magnification of 3x. 20x. so diluted the gadgets build a wall of ignorance.


I borrowed a glass to have some champagne. and the clerks rushed to pour
three splashes of wit heroism without a focus
they were kind to me
and the thunder stormed and the hail failed to make a mark on the vipers the town cars


the sidewalks no pools