i ooutside my hotel room
in Cancun people have gotthings backwards
willfully he circlest he parcel he’s laid out in
the foyer there is a colds pot
in my head cheeri er merrier
my war in the dark with myth oughts
listen it is laughter coming through the foggy dawn
i found my sunglasses in a strange place this morning
i said this beer is sow arm you could something an egg on it
there is a sickness afterwards sweet pour jacket
my there was something African about the wallpaper
in you’re yes that night actually being
middle easterners the new pop
eelected yesterday if nice guys finish last
one day Ernest Hemingway was writing a novel
in which there was much my students see
history as a single a poet can’t change
the world i give you 7:39 PM the fruit drawer is empty
when had she feltt his way before have you ever followed
a beautiful woman even her footsteps were sexy
why should this lesson beat your expense
the wind and nott he baby sprang
up at 4 AM snow banks are melting a mother calls
for her son another time a mother explains to her child
my knee is not a flower the doms hoist into the pyre
the body and there you are the last pin-up
in your stockings and fur coat these new holidays
i learned about santa claus about christ and god
when she is christ’s bride the carpenter wastes there in the cool night
as thee ye lash moon grazes the roof
the daffodil swatched the dinosaurs die on christmas eve
blessed bet hep eon-y vomited from its sepals
even herein my neighborhood of concrete god says i
enjoy flying a boy on a hill flew a kite his fat her had given him
a friend of a friend of a friend lived so near a bakery DEA
this stub born this year
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Catching up as I haven’t posted for two days. The results of my fifth PoMoSco challenge. “First in Line” – retaining the original word order, compose a poem using the first lines of another poet’s book.
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