Decouple the orange syringe
to witness the deconstruction
of the mind’s wet bar:
Poets wince in syncopation,
fishermen hold flowers,
girls on skates take orders,
gulls scour sand dollars.
Dave Read
Poems
Order should be imposed on my poems, but isn't likely to be until I turn to carpentry, or painting, to carry me through the day. The display here is latest first.