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Word Salad With Ranch


by Kenneth P. Gurney



We drill yellow jackets to strike pollen.

It is a door-hinge sweat-dog operation.


If you think fire ants make sense of this nostril flare

you might want to hush your threadbare blankets.


I see a boot-heel explanation ground into the dirt

and inch below a horse’s muddy driver’s seat.


We laden hospital gurneys with our daughters and sons

so their uncomprehending eye-blinks

remove the green static out of doctors’ mandibles.


The line of breadcrumbs you snorted

leave Hansel & Gretel stranded on a steamboat paddle-wheeler.


My hair roots grow deeper to reach the underground aquifer

during my contemporaneous poetry draught


and a collateral experience was that hobbit haberdashers

carved bicycle spokes in my cranium


to roll my absent mind on the centuries-old dirt trace

to 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.

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