Ten Feint Foogue

lately I covet a
tyrannical blue cauliflower,
the subset
of witch watch hatching
the plot egg
toll painting
itself sublime
the merry wind
sore

knot
nor
what
any

lately I covet a
lovely white armoise
its sleepily tuned meep
the radio put seldom inside
a squid mantle

fire seen through the living skin
when its substance is known
as a froth of acrobats
all singing

the 19th century male hair
looking laurel

leering into oral

pessimism exists separately
from beautyor anyon
Fast E fraymed that f(*)re

For any-kyns aughte
a slender sillock rod

signewless arms
smear hetaira not

do not least the poet
its machine debacle motist

when blubber leans down chimney
say cinema handshake
its cranky perfect mask
lay a smile across the sea