poem || Jeff Harrison

Mechanical Flabbergast

 

comfortable engines
with moveable supernaturals
a gloomy sort
of mechanical flabbergast
a poor recommendation
toward the quarrel about the rug
& the watercolor lessons
any idea as to the quarrel's contents?
a direct appeal & nothing else!
elude
lavishness suddenly
ship-shape unfortunate!
impatience in a game,
the contents very much abandoned
quiet there, just think it over,
praiseworthy after a pause, contents
are emblems, else, of hospitality