Joseph Victor Milford
what he said was by accident
occidentally what he did set him to saying such
things he’d do and not admit to like
riding kertang in the caddy or esplanades
by a shanty or licking the molasses from the
mayor’s lips or showing his hubric scrutiny
in a gallery of thespians with firebrands
or befriending mascots who have no rivalries
and signing promissory notes for loans over poetry
or america’s without precedence and munitions enough
or the cosmic being somewhere there weren’t also
some tree-sap and a bed of hollyhock
to roll in while reciting ommateums