We started our collections with the
impasse and set our endowment in
sour satin. We mounted the byte chariot into
moonlight and let the dead worm fatten.
We praised the lump in the bend of the
neck and tied a corset round the coral
jury. We let the panorama fall strangely
silent and the square vent its fury.
When the syllable magnetized the encoded
caravan, not a gap refracted its darkening
value. But the pedestal equipped in taller
increments as all the panpipes went askew.
While the tropical family stood nonplussed in
rain, not a dining frog withdrew a quiet
slap. As the overflow and metric
garment dropped to a rambunctious lap.
Perry L. Powell is a systems analyst who lives and writes in College Park, Georgia. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in A Handful of Stones, A Hundred Gourds, Decades Review, Haiku Presence, Indigo Rising, Lucid Rhythms, miller’s pond, Mobius The Journal of Social Change, Poetry Pacific, Prune Juice, Quantum Poetry Magazine, Ribbons, small stones, The Camel Saloon, The Credo, The Foliate Oak, The Heron's Nest, The Innisfree Poetry Journal, The Lyric, and Turtle Island Quarterly.