Out of the Haze Comes Romeo Riding Paul Revere's Horse

I:
Langue/WEDGE
Screeches across blue drift—
----------------off
-------/kilter------------( ‘d, weaponry
de-rain(ge)d on principles
soured by ROMEO’s velo-
CITY unstable on Paul Revere’s
Horse

A crossbow
Of pauses
-----------------------(SO BUSY
w/ new ways—
odd lit itself—
PIZZA w/—
Oysters & Ballantines—
FEVER PITCH / NO CURVES—
JUST HEAT—
---------------truth bringing it—

“This war’s a diamond too rough to be cut.
It’s too damnable a war.”

II:
Boston’s a sand pile
Under the auspices
Of the New Improved
Romeo straddling
Paul Revere’s horse…

Appetizer of continuous urban [exponential]ellipsis
--------------------Voiced in comfy Op-Ed—

“Jihad’s a ½ life...”
“Deuteronomy²²²…”

III:
Death is a poem is a martyr
A harvest in BaghDADA
In the streets of Iraq] an arm or hand
Misses its thumb
Bizarre jargon of junk yard midnight watchmen
Collects heads & toes
Is heard in the wailing rhapsody
No gardens
No pools
The air is a bomb ticking ticking

IV:
Death is cyclonic in the heat of writing

No odd book or heart of fitful kludges fill writing of BaghDADA

Yet parenthetical / Yet heirloom of:

March hares, Dandelion Wine, One

Or two old Puritan fox trots

Whose only ace is animus

Whose deuces’re grids

A pit w/out names

V:
I call myself George the Forty-fifth Canonized Poet of Peace
On Saturday

On Sunday
I cruise along Beacon Street
Blending in—

A false man in the shoes of a quiet driven amalgam of men
Let’s call him Adam Good