FOR FOGYISMS SEE UNFOLDING PHRASES HAPPY FOR ONE MORE DAY

by M. A. Vizsolyi

 

 

so much to count to take stock of

the zero pianos in the home of eszter the way they never sound

two nights ago in the shadows of holly santa claus lingering like a scared red ball

the hammocks three repurposed as slingshots to el paso

the three-legged chair the grotesque one making it work

the undertaker-y voice of the undertakers in drag singing:

we four aren’t the kind of four you wanted but we’ll do yeah we’ll do

the five good disk jockeys in the ancient state of rome one called DJ-C-TZAR

to be able to name these six wildflowers  said the poet hiking that’d be nice

the man like all other men detached his ten parts still twitching

if you have eighteen pink skies & you’ve eaten two

or the sighs of hildy twelve today & tomorrow four more

thirty-six galaxies listening to the morning debris of radio waves

too much corn to count maybe a hundred hundred million

alas the number of wasted hours the koala wrote on the tree