Literalness of the Prairie

Literalness Of The Prairie Those that cannot remember the past - are often run over by it for nothing lasts. The truck may Be driven By a unicorn. Even ignorance on some day will lapses. There is always a dead Greek philosopher to tell you the river you soak your feet in is always different. As a honey badger Finds His way Inside The refrigerator Where you let Your images cool. Link sausage chants within the pan The lines of kings The dream Was sleek A machine That spilled Poems On the mercats Below in the footnotes Reconstruct the lines & scurry like the edge of self-fulfilling prophecies. Just storms of mercy forms damp hyphens & ampersands combine the trouble couplets And beat of stanzas over Kansas & Find their way back- From the literalness of the prairie