As It Rises, So Must It Something Something
That’s an unholy
penmanship you've
Got there
she said
And the walls were full
of machinery and
She was the vividest
girl in the whole
Howard
Johnson’s
Helper, The geography of it
Right there through
your feet as if you’d
Never stood any
where else
Gravel vibrates
you little bastard
While every
business
Craps
out
And the cops
are busy
Like
always
Looking the other
way
Desperate learning
there
Among the howlings
and the dares
Pigshit
horseshit
bullshit
With your thumb
climb the windy
Way
Out
Archaeopteryx and Birds
The original function
was camouflage or attracting
a mate or merely showing
off feather shape
That’s the last light bulb I’ll
ever buy goddamn it four wings
are something out a story
Powered flight
is different than arboreal
where you pick up velocity
Whether you want to
or not I don’t know when
Magellan returned
But he did with nifty
drawings veins of an
asymmetrical shape
Gliding before flight
my staircase is where
I expect to finally see
The answer provided
by birds starting with a
running start
Sundin Richards lives in Salt Lake City. His collection The Hurricane Lamp is forthcoming from ONLS Press.
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