YOU'RE MISS READING
All bright thought lay in future thought.
The coin was in the puddin hid.
Cod from the machine will not do,
said the dramaturg-turned-nutritionist.
Only the upper echelons could afford to be
nonchalant about it. They were, as in, oh.
It was the first time a lost Jocelyn
& a found Jocelyn had turned out
to be not one & the same.
The trial continued.
You're Miss Reading, aren't you?
& you still refuse to name
the cake in question?
Earlier in the hearing, I considered
relenting, but now that you put it
POEM INCLUDING THE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD
The hologram hostas swung softly
in their macrame swing. If only
Alice would stop hitting her head
on the ceiling, but a body
Will Up. It was like croquet, really,
the way some ideas went through:
love triangle instead of lust-
isoceles, Mama flashing a mirror
so we'd find our way home.
Another shift of the kaleidscope
& a little girl is hunting
marbles beneath the trees &
Chairman Mao, so lean and mistrustful
is studying the plans for his heli-car.
The thing is, of course, where to land.
[from La Petite Zine]