An army of prevaricating neighbors takes the bulletin
From salivating germaphobes who cannot find the time to waste
Their spirit level ceremony, balancing and tedious
And having spread the soil from the dumpster to the parking lot

Where everyone has gathered and is raising voices, raising glasses
Raising issues that they want addressed on Monday’s conference call
But apoplectic tallymen have suffered long their gendered favors
Turning in their places, they report in spinning paragraphs

As quickly as the porcelain had felt the weight of grinding heels
The matriarch casts arms a-sky and raises silence from the crowd
A flatline pitch in upper tones where registers escape in colors
Bleeding far away from earthly fire borne of quaking ash

Instilled by her, embraced by her, entranced by her, enshrined by ever
Calming presence of those hands that held us when we sought our lives
Among these churning families, repeating patterns given forth
And to concrescent aims we set our feet at inward angles

You could set your watch by following their voices dropping one by one
In milliseconds choking out the turbulence, a vacuum-sealed
Proposal heard by floundering bespectacled adjudicators
Being in convenient formations having amplified

The passage of reciprocation, waves of instant architecture
Fanning outward into arcs, transparent over memory
Of breathless, needing punishment, and fully into vinyl
If you captured any stories, you would know that integration isn’t

Children waking, asking for an answer: what is celery?
It’s wastelessness begotten, it’s the pounding of the teeming soil
A rapture of our integral unconsciousness from sponges
It is godlike and for god’s sake it is celery, get over it

Impossible to purchase these from marketplaces further north
By hampering the chamber and the cellular bucolic mold
Of effervescent demonstration seemingly incapable
Attrition sourcing delicate in half the time it takes to chew

But these are not masses and these are unheard of
When tallymen searching for pointlessness echo
The thoughts of intrusion on barriers weakened
By listless returning invariably

For the first time we copied a line from the book that
Had shed all its lava in eighteen accounts of
Becoming reversal, becoming a vertical
Landscape of popular sensory tenses

Ignoring the case for the moment that most of
Our letterhead features a fleuron resembling
Prominent figures in animal husbandry
Deathly delights that we all deserve

But for the cost our raising these points among citizens
Having no influence over the flow of such
Waterways as the one being created
By constant reversal of delicate fortune

We’re forced by early minds to suck the life from eager temple dawn
A symbiotic mercy killing pressuring the nurses
But by “prisoners” I think you mean the concept inescapable
There aren’t any boxes left, we won’t have any silhouettes

Be hidden from this scourge-infected structure that we’re hearing now
A resonance to disobey beyond the normal contravention
Sort of like the way you find a quarter in the laundromat
And fail to change your path along the way to the detergent

But we’re tipping over from the weight of liquid parasitic brine
That’s challenging our inner notions of collapsibility
They want behemoth recognition built into security
The funds for which are easily appropriated from a lasting

Helium retrieval magnet left there under fertilizer
Annual aeration, scones, and other miscellanies that were
Never cleared from budgets of the previous administration
Just as fit our image of their wasteful use of mulch and

I’ve forgotten this before: just how its true elaboration waits
On precipices drawn between the moat of isolation
Why we ever turned the canvas to reveal the hidden passages
I’ll never understand, but we saw multiple reclaimers born

Inviting all who gather here to join us in the task of
Rumination that can wreck outstanding doorways to insolvency
Above a certain lightness where the tallymen will all agree
We have to take our focus off superfluous reconnaissance

The capillary action of a finder-keeper-loser-weeper
Knowing you could set your watch by listening to findings from
The helium retrieval process just confirms we’re living in
A simulation running in the mind of possibility

Designed to quickly separate the nature of an inquiry
From words unspoken, reprimanding anyone who calls it forth
Before the rest of us are ready with our excavation plan
We only have a moment to record the current depth