Most when left alone
will train modest fickle
porthole

on events,
sorrows,
likenesses,

comestibles,
a person named
Scumble

Strumming through
over-familiar
drawers

and habits
will feel for
sands of forgetfulness

Will even eat
an entire artichoke
at darkened table

Will wonder
what you might think
about that

Not a skinny fellow
He puts his finger
where it's damp

*

Two variants:

1. Fluxed lemon or
kindled mulberry
such filmy words

such great distances
or flywheels thrumming
unto oblivion or

canticle for oranges
or callow succulent
Robinsonade or

canned foray or
bland scampi or
yon strands

maroon or
heart's untrammeled
self-petting zoo

2. Helicopter's spotlight
treads the clouds where's
naught but turbulence

*

A bough that
tosses like
an angry hat

A catcall tenderly
flung into a
ravine

A field raked all
morning
by onion wind

*

A limpid gruel
a
rakish disarray

When Thing eludes
cue
the big splay