We wake up in the world

Alone unraveling like a

Nut; its hard shell a frozen

Smile or better or worse a dead


Animal steam rising from its open

Maw and tongue lolling like a red carpet

Gala; three rear-end collisions on the frontage road

Make the news. I grab for your hand


But lose it in a boating accident and

Offer a velvet glove instead cuckoo

Clocks in every finger asking not for

Whom the cuckoos cluck instead


Who clucks for the cuckoos?

The me’s and you’s cracking our nuts

On the Formica tabletops of yesteryear

With shiny ballpeen hammers.




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