Gait Signatures
Enduring freedom
just turned a corner
like a picnic interloper
skilled in shindig
like a diving bird
with notes of ivory
alive within
a century of throats
like an insouciant suitor
oozing chutzpah
in vast trajectories
of tongue-tied sounds
like a soprano of the flesh
on two continents
or the monumental ice in Stuttgart’s
luxurious seaport
and while Monroe enjoys
gulag maneuvers
Andean sun-worshippers plunder
Iona’s etoile moguls
supplementing splendor
with parched aspects
of the sea of tranquility
like the NFL
made peevish
by female roughnecks
seeking Bowery derelicts
London rubbernecks
and gung-ho
pillows
in a wilderness of
buckwheat mush
to form the center
of an arty party’s
endless source of energy
like a pagan blunderbuss
at home with a drone’s
next hoax
like a star in the axle of the ear
like a nimbus portal
like a princess with a vinous touch
translating the lemming’s inquiry
into stammering oriental specificity
like products of asexual reproduction
in Wisconsin
thespians
of unusually heavy youth
brainstorming the abbess
the gardener’s adobe ho
and her peculiar food regimen
like an escapade of neck feathers
a case of lucky legs
a bohemian deemed seemy
in cowboy argot, and
oh, unsightly cuckoo
my impossible dream times thirteen
what happens when happiness
comes first
its negligent candor
like a zeitgeist anchored
by a famous refrain
about free agency
like sleeping pills in lieu of food
like the happy vignettes
of “That’s Entertainment”
as uncertain thresholds as
gait signatures as
alternative means of transport
like eating bad food and candy
or goofing on Jimmy Durante
in ways that impose order and meaning on actions
as mundane and comforting as
washing cups at sunset
then walking alone, slowly, in the long twilight
wrapped in a blanket
in a way that apes the ancient
regularity of nature.
just turned a corner
like a picnic interloper
skilled in shindig
like a diving bird
with notes of ivory
alive within
a century of throats
like an insouciant suitor
oozing chutzpah
in vast trajectories
of tongue-tied sounds
like a soprano of the flesh
on two continents
or the monumental ice in Stuttgart’s
luxurious seaport
and while Monroe enjoys
gulag maneuvers
Andean sun-worshippers plunder
Iona’s etoile moguls
supplementing splendor
with parched aspects
of the sea of tranquility
like the NFL
made peevish
by female roughnecks
seeking Bowery derelicts
London rubbernecks
and gung-ho
pillows
in a wilderness of
buckwheat mush
to form the center
of an arty party’s
endless source of energy
like a pagan blunderbuss
at home with a drone’s
next hoax
like a star in the axle of the ear
like a nimbus portal
like a princess with a vinous touch
translating the lemming’s inquiry
into stammering oriental specificity
like products of asexual reproduction
in Wisconsin
thespians
of unusually heavy youth
brainstorming the abbess
the gardener’s adobe ho
and her peculiar food regimen
like an escapade of neck feathers
a case of lucky legs
a bohemian deemed seemy
in cowboy argot, and
oh, unsightly cuckoo
my impossible dream times thirteen
what happens when happiness
comes first
its negligent candor
like a zeitgeist anchored
by a famous refrain
about free agency
like sleeping pills in lieu of food
like the happy vignettes
of “That’s Entertainment”
as uncertain thresholds as
gait signatures as
alternative means of transport
like eating bad food and candy
or goofing on Jimmy Durante
in ways that impose order and meaning on actions
as mundane and comforting as
washing cups at sunset
then walking alone, slowly, in the long twilight
wrapped in a blanket
in a way that apes the ancient
regularity of nature.
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