XX
A.M. Sequel
A saturnine quest ate language. I re-closed all odes.
To Christine S., hurt pear at ease.
Gents, consider mole-free planets or concerts
Exposed to cumulus clouds. Can Iran lend
Iceland eleven sugar beets or send a ton of lice
To murmur ever in Mecca? I excel, am mute. Fate,
Can a neutron bomb end time? I’m lit, deserve
To see us put out in X-rated films. Report ruses,
Recapture hundreds of lions in minutes. Police R
Trains. Six of us pursue I.O.U.’s. I’ve cut love
Out of a Tennessee ox’s tail, am pure
As Clorox queens outing a lemon guru or deer urg-
Ing rugged Artemis’ dazed Actaeon. Eve, C-
Notes continue thru “Caravan,” quit—a dud. I
Leapt over our ocean. A lone plum met me. Pull
Out aces Ted and jeer at me. Ted tee-
Ters. Steve McQueen and I long to exile all chains
Or dust the Pope’s Saab on Route Ten. Can our au-
To liberate super speed for Allah’s a.m.
Broadcast, “Live From the Pit?” Anon, pure mule-men
Shall eat a pine cone. In September, ether, rum
Nurses and numb con men quiet our squares on cue.
I am quavering geese. I use Excel. D.C. I care,
And over time I rip Greece’s coat. Crete
Can’t believe it all, etcetera. As free
As Aquaman—even freer—I billed Crete
A five lepta fee. A mugger quivered. A blue nun
Pursued our uncle to Mexico on a bus. Ted is
Ever beaming Mao’s men on Mount Everest en-
Tire loads of Texas’ deluxe luau-fruit jelly. A qui-
Et eel people e-mail quiet polar bears e-luau fruit.
I’m never quiet at a luau and hiss, pestering mice,
Oxen, quail and moles, gents. The furry camel left.
I never sleep. Queens leap. A cruel luce el-
Evated requiems. Pele crept. Lice quell a lo-
Quacious quilter. G-Men fax our future. I just ax
A requiem into shards, dunce-face. All I’ve ever
Considered Ma, are emus I just met up on a moon.