"No Change in Support..."

Still, no change to report

with the sun’s insistence upon rising

on the threnody that we inhabit

but I don’t want to act as though teleology

is all we have to base our day-to-days upon

because that will imply

that there is a pointed direction

to the metallic stinkweed

and firecrabs

that we walk around, stepping carefully

over as opposed to stooping 

as opposed to bending

as opposed to kneeling

as opposed to squatting

as opposed to slouching

as opposed to pulling

the hierarchical leaders that have

overtaken our yards.

Still, no charge to report

but there was the coast and us,

sand in toes and trunks bent to the water,

strange dipping birds that we were then

questioning the obvious metaphors 

and maneuvers

of riptides and undertows

and orange tidal waves

when we’d prefer a veranda

with a coffee and blued nicotine

but we’ve never been to the coast,

strangely land-locked dipping birds

we are, in our fragmented language

invoicing being and thingness

and usage

not forgetting diplomacy.

So, no report to change

regarding the sentenced,

the one referred to in the leveled charges

before the book fell apart

and the words took leave of their

intended senses, suddenly reversing course

and decisively heading in opposing

     winds,

     windmills tilting

and decisively heading in opposing

intended senses, suddenly reversing course

and the words took leave of their…

before the book fell apart

the one referred to in the leveled charges

regarding the sentenced,

so, no report to change

not forgetting diplomacy

and usage,

invoicing being and thingness

we are, in our fragmented language

strangely land-locked dipping birds

but we’ve never been to the coast

with a coffee and blued nicotine

when we’d prefer a veranda

and orange tidal waves

of riptides and undertows 

and maneuvers

questioning the obvious metaphors,

strange dipping birds that we were then,

sand in toes and trunks bent to the water

but there was a coast, and us,

still, no charge to report.

Overtaken our yards,

the hierarchical leaders that have, 

as opposed to pulling – 

as opposed to slouching – 

as opposed to squatting – 

as opposed to kneeling – 

as opposed to bending

over as opposed to stooping,

that we walk around stepping, carefully

and firecrabs

to the metallic stinkweed

that there is a pointed direction

because that will imply

all we have to base our day-to-days upon

and I don’t want to act as though teleology

or the threnody that we inhabit

with the sun’s insistence upon rising…

still,

no change to report.

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