Mr. X is capable of certain feats nature dismissed.
Phoenician altered state-bearing
amphorae are carbon-dated now
but at 42nd Street and Lex
warm Pacific coastal fog is carried
in the backback of Mr. X.
And decomposed volcanic ash,
Mayacamas wind swirls,
a 2007 Pinot Noir prescient
with blueberries, white pepper
and other non-ingredients.
Mr. X savored each antecedent
light-transforming chloroplast,
memorizing unseen skyline hues
as dutifully before the sip
as blue devils meticulously afterward.
Father of Mr. X was dead
but in 2007 mother Judith could still amaze
with her accounts of Bluebeard’s fifth door
distilled by Bartok from a workman’s distillery.
She made Mr. X an expert on all such doorways.
Snow-lined sidewalk at 42nd St and Lex
was dissolved into a lighter-than-air Sonoma
through reverse fermentation,
an Ars nova by constructivist Mr. X
sung in great Gun Bun similes.