How Frugal is the Chariot

How Frugal is the Chariot

“The pelican of your mind dives into the ocean of these words
and pulls out the fish of meaning.
feel it writhing down your throat,
feel it squirming in your brain
seal it, wax it in the rain
and with a fox.
I do like green eggs and ham.” - Jeff Knight, practical genius on all accounts

initial nascence
arcana sun
cloud language
winged thought flit and fly
congeries boxed in sky lavender
posters of stars on the walls
of your dissolved concepts
pendulum between
cricket talk
honest large lips reply
message bottled into a computer screen
crossed the ocean of conception
immaculate
perception
dissolved into words
wonderful plastic smile

ears all blood and velvet
scratch riverbeds into their notebooks
fold into a boat and sail it
choose me over the ocean
eternal summer’s lemonade
laugh and wince and smirk and burst
poured in waves
momentary chasm
euphoric feeling like sugar

turn pages of rain
gravel heart driveway
fragile people
sitting on wagon stump
furnished souls and comfortable minds
fragment of angry candy
hard sweet
marbled against your eyelid
satin hold you in its smooth hand
bury the moon in you
waves goodbye
wet organdy
more substantial than
mormon fuck

stream of rhymes and homophones
pares of pair and fares of fairies
wire ewe?

inculcate inculcate inculcate inculcate
crumpled
sinking saturated faded
i am you and what i see is me
- Sarah Wagstaff