Alternating lunes

amaryllis comes in many flavors

snow sometimes slants

when will politics make improvements?

strawberry amaryllis walks right in

snarling at snowfall

saying flowers don’t abuse women

female rabbi demands ancient answers

untranslatable tablets found

there’s more knowledge in flowers

aren’t all rabbis ancient females

snow’s setting in

untranslatable strawberry soufflés, first course

ancient untranslatable second course arrives

edible flowers abound

distant whale sounds sing loudly

singing memories of the future

they thought so

singing, singing, never stopping singing

echo above sea level roads

people ponder protest

extreme weather patterns manifest warnings

swim swam have swum under

and in soufflés

until willows swill scotch seltzers

no tree left behind pleas

a branch fell

right into the money jar

no money have I none

neither do you

so together we’ll be bereft

piles of words mound high

counting moon phases

feathers flew across our minds

consult the feather field guide

mostly about toucans

and birthdays and cookie monsters

we live in the country

they wonder why

the thin place is nearby

it’s a wordy country here

full of vegetables

each word is a pea

lots of potatoes with eyes

carrots without tops

one frozen leek left behind

carrots have eyes too, y’know

you can sit

on a mushroom, never ginger

some folks sit on rocks

large, smooth, flat

and shakers made fine furniture

some rocks start to shake

like a quaker

I’ve never dated a dentist

dating a dentist really bites

tooth-growing oysters

what a very weird universe

s is a yellow letter

in my synesthesia

I mean my synesthesia scheme

can you hear sunrays?

see trumpet calls?

taste the shape of words?

if you spell synesthesia with

an a (synaesthesia) everything

changes because a is red

synesthetes come in many colors

snow sometimes slants

when will untranslatable make improvements?

if you stick with me

what everything does

will be the backwards opposite

improvements make untranslatable demand flowers

hear, see, taste

everything will make sense again

you’ve got another thing coming

I see people

nothing will ever make sense

nonsense to making sense again

the mysterious mind

memories within time plus space

do you know the future

will be there?

time might go backwards, sir

if only pleasure were limitless

beyond the mind

a tiny speck of sand

if only you knew how

limitless pleasures can

be like little engine dresses

yes the small pleasures roar

like mighty engines

here sometimes they are jets

you mean nuclear jet engines

like the speedway’s

oh save us and the trees

more trees will save us

air moves through

we hear maple sap drop

trees taught us to breathe

sap rises up

we see windy voices say

nothing is really real tonight

the wind laughs

oysters jump on our plates