sworn spoon

over lost moon,

swoons & so forth

out of the brink,

on the pan

handle dawn

& ample drawn

curtain curtailing

calling all suitors

& adjunct professors

to join the spelling

spilling breeze

& last month’s

discourse

playing plaid

& underused

unpopular patterns

fleeing the market

to ruin my own jokes

& my mother’s

good name

w/ an improper

address

addressed to

no one

but w/ one

hell of a return

metered & passed

into a right past

vision

of a westbound

highway

I flew over

in search of

a runaway

philosophy

in search of

a grasping hand

held device

something to keep

worn on a

winter’s day

snow globe

display

fragile & falling

on the cheap

plaster.