Inference, betold!
You’re a Bain Capital.
The air smells so bad.
WTF? World Trade Forum. WTF?
You have got to be farting on me.
Alternative medicine does not recommend it
but, I’m (taking less) taking more
abstemium.
Think through the paint.
Les
fleurs de tomate COMPROMISED, REPEAT, HAS BEEN COMPROMISED
Becunted wilderness
Back yards, and beyond
Charles Baud. never liked the band (Gowan…)
Performed conatus so well, writhing
delicious
agony: ethics.
Gowaaan…
Horsefed am-I-who’s
Doing knives
Mars Rover to a corner
Batteries, Slim Jims
Absently fingers into porridge bowl, holy
water fingers
Notices the cat vomit keeps from spreading,
surface tension
Oh,
how the bind has bonded
Splendidly,
they do not know.
When citizens become cons
humorous and indebted, and debt sold.
The bonds, sovereign bonds!
On zero: Ontario.
Between socks a young life folds
To meet its
Tar gate
In a tea logical state
Stock City
nice use of available body parts to pound on
Inference, betold!
Louis Cabri’s recent book is Poetryworld, available through Capilano
University Editions online at http://www.cuebooks.ca.
He teaches at University of Windsor.
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