Looking and Not Being

Chapped hooks slip out of fish
mouths, uncountable as the shortness
of lines and breath weathers. It's a climate
shortage! A primate snortage. Cocaine and
a bottle of Jaqueline Daniel Stone IV. Runs
with families. Stuns the homilies. Birch.
Besmirch and small swallow, little marsh
mallow. Sounds work to cure meaning,
in a smoked house where ash can no 
longer be lengthened by tires. Roads run
like runners, bouncing along the geology 
and claiming to feel the heat of the molten
cord. It's tied, this nord, it's like a pile of 
pipe lining the inside of the trachea.
Medicine cannot reach that spot to bring
less fury to this code. False Roosevelts will
deliver breech to the walls that call to the
stalled talks: we will stop the need for this
not yet italicized spurl.