William Bain

Cinq dessèrts de saison

 

The spectral vegetable peeler

 

Besides that, hand clapping or toe tapping

might have come before actually rising

to sway and sashay and bump about.

Finger, toe, head nods as instruments per se

if you hear what I mean.

                                        Spiders alone

Are rhythm. Come birds nesting all hell

breaks loose, a new game plan in offing.

Dosey doh with whatever’s true passion.

Hence the peel as roundish. Bright.

Something taken off.

 

mountain source

 

olives & dates

cold mornings

root our fire

this question whirling

light gray

falling into morning

 

standing alone

 

there on the bridge

 

lonely—the bridge

also a ravine

recall

 

yet friends are near

bring them conversation

wigs made out of leaves

 

otherwise how would you remember

 

plain winds

 

zonal that would 

spew yellow pantry

 

the seven-fold shade

 

that might make saffron

remove on sextants again

 

bright lemon 

 

riddling a good Riesling

manometer farthings out

 

manna grass in

 

against a manor on

a gilded plain

 

cool tooth

 

by the same token

icebergs are refreshers 

highly like gum menthol

or that dazzle in shaves

 

freezer taxes come to mind

<<< a glacial string shared out

the jaws of the fire ant

 

p the jaws of the fire ant

 

outside the razoral volition

yet cool and floating?

 

William Bain lives in Barcelona and holds dual national citizenship in both Spain and the United States. His writing has appeared online or on paper in Abstract|Ext, Barcelona Ink, On-Barcelona, Ferbero, larealidadnoexiste.com, Red River Review, Tusitalaproject.com, Wild Roof Journal, and Zone, among others. His writing seeks to address the nonstationary complexity of the natural world. Bienvenue au Danse, William.

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