punctures in the throne room

so many glad to seem
going off to Nepal or
elsewhere, a matter of fighting
on or about. The buttress of
warp speed, more milked than
daily plasma down
on the ranch. And people squander
within ranks. Care for this time
about the hedge and into some
collapse of garden theory
featuring new poets inside
drunk as can be
drubbing. Who's for
after the president
instant? That farming
technique called
privilege, that down among the
poor and falling: there where
emphatically takes a calling,
and we all
resolutely wish
our shoes.

1st Undertow:
\\ nestled among the directives //
2nd Undertow:
\\ lords and ladies of brink //
3rd undertow:
\\ the cackle as after a dreaded boon//
4th undertow:
\\ the caricature within the neighbourhood striking //

and such as after fiction into real nervy seminal,
putzy affixing of stamps to letters and packages,
swarm featured as intent, the political gambling
sounds...

I'm with roister, said garden variety, vigilant. And what's the right amount of bombing for Afghanistan? I have my thoughts. (battle plan mottled on the can of tomatoes, designating some after effect worth viewing). Replied the argument, but the many measures! And garden variety can easily respond with whichever and whoever, all along the riverfront: I am the instant of the detail, human to the point where nothing surrounds anything. The argument had no city, town or village with which to answer that. Calling all this a country, a nation, even so...

and such is lift off, participles into space without a perfect explanation. Is this the best poetry, finally? Is finally the best poetry? Low points abound in the highest spheres, reversals are confused, case managers coordinate everything. All needs are certified, aplomb, the basics of asking for help.