mmdlxxvi

Anything’s more real, once it finds its mirror.
             —something I wrote down, surely stolen, 

                but I'm unaware from whom

Probably remiss,
I made sure some-
thing happened.

It turned out
horrible, so
horrible.

I pull a sock
up to my knee
(it’s all about me

being up to me).
Oh, to be a striped
swan gliding by

the geraniums
or two bees foul-
mouthing this

narrative (sur-
prise!). My eye!
Your power of

attorney (my
Bane to your
Batman),

whose up
again (in
chaps, of

course).
Something
happens, at

least—per-
haps a chapped
Batman vaulting

in just to take over
my yawningly long
chase. Which

is fine, all
things
considered;

it was
high time 

for a change.