pleats willed for
fabrication's swoon
the merry best
machiavelli ekes
near what of Sam
Uncled is the plume:
pleats willed for an
infinity of troubles
here filleted &
set out like pink
salmon finials
lathing each a
shoreline's fresh
abomination in
snowmen clueless
to the legless state
and like lizards
of the same curse
equally elegant
with solutions
hopping or yet
revealing the simplest
act of method
being a tree for
selves flow rough
between the mirrors
and settle sloopy
silted up meerschaum nostrils
flaring wide
the every infinite veneer
of its face in
abstract flow-
erring
