The Toy in Trouble

After Harryette Mullen & With Apologies to Paul Simon

These are the ways of lyricals and blunders. This is a long list of falls. The way the stammering

fallows us in so much. The way we mistook it all. The way we took to a miscreant congregation

that thinks it’s flying to the sky by and by. It’s a die binge. And it creeps across the wet hinge.

And it furls into the whirling of the dirt. And the bled band stalling on the thrill then, the Gothers

and the bothers and the somatic quirks—these are the ways of sphericals and thunders. This is a

long list of stalls. The way the hammering sallows us in so much. The way we mistook the call.

The way we look to a stagnant conflagration that thinks it’s flying to the sky by and by.