[[I] [Lied] [Dog] [Died] [Sword] [Profess] [Thimbles] [No]]

I                 Lied              Dog             Sword           Profess             Thimbles           No
read           chords           brays            wound          clotting             sirens                song
high           sighed           clog              wound          watches            duet                   saves
dead          hordes           clays             cord              sparking           faucets              though

words         crows            kiln              red                traintracks        filter                  rare
rhymes       gulped           bakes           reed              marshes            solo                   few
birds           nose              film              read              deadlines          conquests         salve
lines           whelped        breaks          read              novels               empty               heart

beats           beats             beats            skies             beating              beating             beats
counts         whipped       framed         tear               splashing           shotclocks        stop
meets          sheets           cheats          eyes              bleating             fleeting             drown
mount         clipped         blamed         tear               fabric                escapes             save

choose         use               fuse              ruse              refuse                excuse              muse
lose              clues            lose              rues              refuse                profuse             lose

[It Comes Back to Where It Comes]

It comes back to where it comes
back. We are fenceless
dogs in shock collars
barking at shadows
on curbs. We have Gortex
shoes, salted meat, Coleman
stoves. Taught to pout
as tot, shout as teen, grumble
but never dissent
as adult. Trained to bless
griefs, doubt joys, trained
to work fields then leave fields
fallow, not fields fallow, me
fallow. Trained to think
my training my own idea.

Because I rattle as drone
louder than castanet I
imagine I have an audience.
Chase! Don’t
slobber. Slobber has never
been more cholera but
in every other narrative.
Babel can be [metaphor
smashed,type out and flash
publish first drafts, don't
worrying confounding
half-assed babble into
coherance] nothing
to do with slobber but everything.