This is the goose that
back from its vacation
is not happy and tries
to explain music.
This tongue.
It rings buds sprung
from dishes of rice
and the dirty laundry
all burned out. Drafts
from which I write
22 pages up the coast.
This lying causes
diarrhea and a travelog.
This geese.
It’s admittedly dull,
a little melancholy,
and it looks forward
to moving forward.
This explanation (evolution begins Monday).
The explanation goes
poorly. I am waiting
for him. I lie waiting.
We are lying and cheating.
This mask.
Evolution begins
Monday alongside
ground geese where
tongues must fluster.
