I Think Outside The Box
In the name of said attenuation and the King of San Francisco I do hereby claim this wasted space. I etch unbending ethics on the hearts of matters lest they live between their means. To certainty, let quantum probabilities collapse, as who among the subatomic particles would dare to spin the other way? A foolish youthful planet, an abandoned well of gravity – now what could possibly go wrong?
I'm always running out of either frames or flakes. From both ends of the spectrum, flagrant, nuanced, the taskmaster is asked after as each bank prints its own scrip. Oh mechanism of my predecessor's doing, if not now when will my monotonic sequence trend? I'm from the Moral Agency – I didn't see you, temporary essence, there. The females, few, stand close to me. I'm flattered then suspicious. Were they sent by God or not?
Dance or spasm, cry of heart or steaming sign of intellect, there is no narrative that won't accommodate your trolls, your bobbleheads and proprioperception's secret is to take the hands for granted then to take the lead – your scissors, paper, rock, your rules. Within two seconds of the dawn of time there is no novelty not mass produced, no planet you do not own half of, of your building there are two or more pianos on the roof – there would be no film noir without Venetian blinds.
An Oneiric Tessitura
Those who care the least get all the genders, thank you madam may I have another, and as one of us must suffer justly, there are two Red Seas. In motion activated light now, narrowly avoiding seven stationary points, I'm weathering the witch's brew, the choosing. Now a wire tied to any pipe will satisfy the human need for grounding and the keeping of the secrets. There is nothing real unless its ugliness or beauty be exaggerated then denied. The skeleton says to the carcass, Reek is wasted on the reeking – I would spend it wisely.
In a past century Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower, is now a retired math professor, and has published three chapbooks, one of which won the Gambling The Aisle prize, and one collection, Fractal Idyll (A..P Press). Another collection (from Lynx House) is in press.