surefire submission to the editors of poetry
I snuggled up to common happenstance
as iamb rhymeless numberless profound
as a trip to the dump
and when I handcuffed it to stranging words
jackintheboxing funly out of head
damned if the little sumbitch didn't turn
all sticky metaphysical on me.
© Michael Fleming
Casper, Wyoming
January 1982
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