Thirty Seconds

i.

Hey! Just calling to check in.
I didn’t want to call too soon!

I was hoping to catch you at home.
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Icebox Interrogation

With the meats and the poultry all spoiling
       for a terrible fight,
nutrient extraction is the natural objective.
       The produce, too, must be purified.

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Not that Jane Shore

O merriest, wiliest, and holiest of harlots! ~ Edward IV

The poet works the room the way she works words.
Her students lead thesauresed lives,
ape tropes poached from livid legends,
derive new meanings from stale or stolen selves:

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What Then: A Conditional Construct

In computer science, conditional constructs are sometimes referred to as “If-Then-Else” statements: if a condition is met, then an action is performed; if the condition is not met, then an alternate action is executed.

What if I were
        to begin
                this poem with a declarative?

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October

after Helen Hunt Jackson’s “November”

This is the beguiling month when
autumn days betray my summer lusts,
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Detour

for Dawn Thompson

There is only one rule
of any real value
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Personal Effects

Mrs. Butterworth stands on the windowsill
of the Christianson Ranch shack, whose door
stands agape with the hasp-screws rotted out.
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Newton’s Third Law

Forty years down our wilderness path,
neither I nor you recall the genesis.
All we know is our tweenaged selves
standing in shame before your holy father
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Imprimatur

A poem maketh not the sun to rise,
    Obscureth not the wayward path at dusk—
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Justification

today i shaved the right side of my face first

as usual i puffed a bit of shaving cream
astride my left forefinger
looked in the mirror

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