Argosy

Wikipedia Poem, No. 912

Traantown
realizes
home to’gain three watchers
watch
it’s luck, old luck
fell
on them might they
see
those next few days, months, years dry down harbor way.

He
heard
the water-thrill then, so
sent
above—
to talk?
to explore
the exterior?

Terrible clarity, terrible, they
weren’t
like others round Traantown
rigging
sudden pagan kinship with patient harbor
runs
cross through the men of your world, one whitecap at a time.

Artifacts of Reference, No. 45

Robert Lax vs. Sandra Simonds

I would bet
but I have no
money with
which to
place a bet.

I bet you began
with that clever
little line tossed
out like a thousand caltrops
at the end of the poem.

Whether I win or lose
I lose—I start like this
with my tongue split
the tastebuds lost young
precept armed with
poll tax and pollaxe.

One switch turns off the internet
another makes all the previous
words shed fear skin embellish-
ment—I’ll push one now:

begin clear
toss caltrops
the poem ends

win or lose
—split tongue—
pollaxe, poll tax

two switches
no more twitter
fear of embellishment

Now I’ll push
the other:

clear
caltrops
poem

split
tongue
poll tax/axe

two
switches
fear