
The Loon Poet’s Hypophora
Does anyone have ballroom gabardine
to sell a gigolo?
Are you upgrading your ballpoint
gab for sundial gadgets?
Or looking for a private future?
(I’m looking for sunhat provosts
to enjoy the upcoming spring cleaning
& the summons of the new balm)
If that’s a big: NO!
then thank you and aloha—
I’ll be doing the funky Nassau
& the Dada Death.

What I’m Reading:
“Maids in white aprons
nourish the ladies
who play canasta,
celebrate invasions
and feel sorry for Cuba.”
— Claribel Alegria / “Documentary”