we need copier paper

please include your inhumanity
along with the jackpot
you are plateful to bring

we are still in need of wads
to bake (or bring from a point etc.)
a battery of constabularies

inhibition plateaus
the jack-in-the-box novelist
who dollies his firebombs

and footmarks his follies
the vagaries of vagabonds
& sliced break-ins

yellow-beaked docile
a barbarian squirrel
sends cookies & targets

What I’m Reading:

“… he retired to dreams to find the smell
And luster of spring, its radiant flare, its call,
Bright music, when soft voices die, the sex
Of trees sprouting timidly in sleep’s swell.”

— Amittai F. Aviram / “An Injured Man with Bradford Pears in March”