little
riverrun, Linda
Lynch, Pastel on paper, 2018
excerpts from UN--
be-Wilder
surrey-ing the road to
lost
road, bounding perplexity
potholes, in the
rush of vexative disarray
on the heels of a prosperous meander,
the pause to ponder: to roam the electrical currency of epoxy
garlic, to calculate the unravellings necessary to build an effective passing
lane, the burden of proof lies with the definition, roasting through the perils
of combinatorial seepage a pledge is born, -- to spend
a lifetime rummaging foam
be-Wilder
(take
2)
trespass reckless care-less
forlorn leeches morbidity
ogive collapse ……………..
………….. counting creates
measure, you can
count on it, censorial
consort
the animal grasps
none of this
where
in
bewilder
is the
wild
be-Wilder
(take
3)
sludge come duly
scrawl calamities
bituminize
penning animals as
penmanship
lamentations lap the
labyrinth
loll lacerate
where in the
upset
is
circumstance
upon
reflection it’s pointless to consider alternatives in the wake
of administrative fallacies the derelict the disbeliever the denuded the
disgraced the downtrodden it’s moments like this when opportunities abound
boundless bosom broth bramble bumble don’t ya know yet perimeter science has arrived at a subversion of terms based
upon scrupulously unfolding nightgowns & other diverse theories a
complexion of parts bearing granular perplexities if only you stayed for the
finale the uproar was uproarious it was the driest of seasons the dreariest
poultry if tutorials could account for Sunday football the kinetics of beer
slippery when wet watch where you step the game wardens came up empty the game
never came the art of trespass is experiencing a revival in inner circles
otherwise why waste the paint it’s a species of discontent to pray for salt
after hours a dark space between the evidence looms large rehearsals are
fumbling the influence of outsiders cannot be overstated still the morning
hours delicious for fornication
—Heller Levinson
