Best President
To the naked nouns God said, Who told you you were adjectivally unmodified. A myth with nuance and with knots, I have triangulated once and may triangulate again. I need but specify a speed and a direction.
Always perpendicular to posture, Volume One of The Encyclopedia Britannica is balanced on my soft spot so. I'm equidistant from the cataclysms Decibel and Jezebel, i.e., I'm equidistant from loss both of hearing and of heart.
I'm barely able in a dream to juggle, as if in a steaming jungle, as if underwater. Swept by ten, by ten a.m. and by ten men, the data mine bears profane fruit. What causes blue hallucinations and has wheels.
The cosmos cares so throw away your crutches and your watches, i.e., place your bets. It's equal versus opposite when those within the sound of your own voice are onto you, when you can't see the cosmos for the spiral galaxy, when you can't see the atom for the quark.
The empty space is not a monument to the denial of all that is good. Nor Baby Bear nor Goldilocks, my orders are to alternately suffer needlessly and celebrate excessively. Best president, best clinging to a cliff, I'm looking out on South Dakota. Have a dozen gods before me see if I care.
Heikki Huotari, on a hunger strike in opposition to the war in Vietnam, was court-martialled for refusing to eat. Since retiring from academia/ mathematics he has published more than 400 poems in literary journals, including Pleiades, Spillway, the American Journal of Poetry and Willow Springs, and in six chapbooks and six collections. He has won one book and two chapbook prizes. His Erdős number is two. Heikki recommends Planned Parenthood.
