Roman

Magic Fountain Mist

Side table distraction disaggregates attention
spreading it, hummus-and-all, into a coffee cup
for buzzy, fuzzy consumption, a post-tubercular
magic mountain, Castorped into falsely high
temperatures at truly low altitudes -- lake
country spies dead fires, ghost haze spreading
the ducks out like dandelions, sooting sans "h"
and graying what was already destined to be
a gray May clay, underheated, food unsafe,
just as tired of the way things connect
as a property squeezer's juicy 401k.