Oughta Um

Autumn poem out of season

The full fall pulls the rakes
Which pull the primates
Who note the eaves. Steep pitch
Describes diagonals in a series
of steeples,
Avian absence scrapes rigid animal fiber
Outlaid in feigned inconsequence.
The specter of a unified subjectivity:
That's not what you say to
The long shore brass band—
Breathe deep that so left
Turn, mark’d with laser, minotaur
Stud’d to ultramarine corridor
Like spanish…