
From canopy stoop
A smiling slo-mo descent
For an octan poop .

*[ WSB ].

From canopy stoop
A smiling slo-mo descent
For an octan poop .

*[ WSB ].

Discrete packages called quanta
On the nanoscale indeterminate
And uncertain, interpreted Copenhagen .
Subatomic particles are not real
Until you look at them—a wave function
Collapse from superposition .

*[ WSB ].

I heard the bells, so herd up the stragglers,
The heavy–knuckled draggers stabbing daggers
Into the heart of liberty for all .
Branded, bound, faces all clown :
All of the cattle lickspittle,
Golden calf in the middle .
“ Trump has felon, and he can’t get up ! ” ®
His campaign chairman is a felon, so is his deputy campaign manager, his personal lawyer, his chief strategist, his national security advisor, his trade advisor, his foreign policy advisor, his campaign fixer, and his company Chief Financial Officer .
ALL OF THEM FELONS .
Judging by the company he keeps :
It is a cabal of criminals .
The nation is not falling into ocean . After the storm,
May the glint of justice chase fascists to the shadows,
Under rocks of law where they can silently gnash and gnaw,
And chill in the sediment . May the permafrost never thaw.

*[ WSB ].

Flat on the round ground,
Round in the square room,
Square in the dance round—
A square dance abloom .
The pillars tremble ;
The Turtle parental
Weighs the jumping jig,
That shakes the old world loose .
Allemande left
And do si do ;
Ferris wheel : “ Whee ! ”

*[ WSB ].


Boos ensue .
Golly !
To govern the ungoverned is folly .
*[ WSB ].
Thank
s. Welcom
E we
E an ling
Have you any wool ?
Hopefully hopping on/in
Green marine, lengthily ;
Grass loose before use/
Lost .

[ The cost of
Cutting before budd/butt ing ]
—Bamboo shoots and bean sprouts .
Saw oddity of commodity,
Hook to cook : Notes &
Ex change .
N o kidding,
Pisces on the high seas :
The lion and the lamb ( together )
Never lie down
Long .
Fin

*[ WSB ].

This is a lightswitch,
On / Off—
Binary .
A suspect section of spectrum : spectacle .
So much orange .
Rust and frustration :
Slinging the basketball
At bystanders .

[ Popok proven precise ]
*[ WSB ].

In the story :
At Fiddler’s Green, you turn,
Careen, to get back to
The tack of no tarry ;
A dancer that never tires
Of Bacchian jigs afire,
Wary of the middling scene :
A kneeler at Canterbury
Where the spirit burns
In the Glory .

*[ WSB ].

With a fist to Heaven,
Rebellious to the last
Note .
No empathy for puny fiddles
After scrawling
The bars of God .
Even the contented worm marches .
Ғ⋂Ͻk Napoleon
And the horse he rode in on .
*[ WSB ].

Lo,
I am dead ;
Really .
Scarlet ribbon,
and foul emission .
I feel
My spirit go .
X X
⅄

The threat is gone :
Its all good .
*[ WSB ].