by Mike O’Connell
i like words that jostle
that won t sit still
loud a little a little
confusing peripherally
active echoing slam some
fast words that may not
make the corners
borrowing a taste of
meaning freshly formed
clean composites of
words gone just before
twisted some strained
dropped to the ground
predicted spoilers now
red dust on the boot heels
deep impressions staggering
towards endings of titles
and beyond