an oxford comma

clears the throat

of a subway staircase--

as a pigeon feather

would.

it's not an optical

illusion when you

see a blackbird,

evened by your blink.

as if underlined by a

ruler.

periodism

charting ****.

a topsy turvy jig

repolished the patinaed

brass.

of a statue lent to liberty.

a humanoid eiffel tower--

with Atlantic hopefuls.

vomiting on her sandals--

here & there.

an exquisitely wrought

bowl.

brass blown to the upper

echelons of leafage,

curved so.

the snake charmed lazy of

wick-- can cake in the tightrope

of sandalwood wax.

begging traceries  of that

saintly podge.

as these reconnecting digits

softly grind away at those fragrant

intellectualizations.

after caressing the wick.