drill yellow jackets to strike pollen.
is a door-hinge sweat-dog operation.
you think fire ants make sense of this nostril flare
might want to hush your threadbare blankets.
see a boot-heel explanation ground into the dirt
inch below a horse’s muddy driver’s seat.
laden hospital gurneys with our daughters and sons
their uncomprehending eye-blinks
the green static out of doctors’ mandibles.
line of breadcrumbs you snorted
Hansel & Gretel stranded on a steamboat paddle-wheeler.
hair roots grow deeper to reach the underground aquifer
my contemporaneous poetry draught
a collateral experience was that hobbit haberdashers
bicycle spokes in my cranium
roll my absent mind on the centuries-old dirt trace
the south forty and the rigid-dirigible herd.
Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque,
NM, USA with his beloved Dianne. He edits the poetry blog Watermelon
Isotope at watermelonisotope.com. His latest poetry book is Stump Speech. His
personal website is at kpgurney.me.