jigsaw puzzle

sometime smattering swallows

chirping as one:

"hey boys,

break's here, right?"

besides whatever journal may be nipped,

for instance a distance,

there are further clotheslines available

for washed-up sinkers,

for overgrown rolled up feather preeners,

for tangled timers of breakage

the malleable curve regarding any change

may or may not be necessary to surmount,

may or may not reflect colors distinguishable,

may or may not sing with rhythmic tones alike

once nesting a satisfied mind,

later becoming moldy leftover cheese in some lonesome icebox,

preservation flies straight ahead,

imitation becomes illusionary

                        cannot foresee what’s  gonna come down

                        unavailable to the masses,

                        habitual tasters

                    tongues burnt away,

                    abandoned freaks, desolate

(so let me mutter my selfmistakes

           to feel the flow,

naked unmattering words

                                    never to be carved onto virgin wood,

                                                these pages)

Clifton, NJ

6/8/73