Hook And Eye
Hook and Eye
Circumstances everywhere, nor one iota of
extenuation. With some rules not yet suspended, I'm
proceeding at a fraction of the speed of light and in
my polar slumber I rely on strangers' bad intentions
as how else would I be toughened up? As with
collisions in slow motion so when ice is thinner
than existence, what whites won't they take for
whites of eyes? I say serenity is earned. In service
of the greater good, the words I have a way with
will have previously had a way with me – it's only
symmetry. I've squared the circle and I know what
side my butter's breaded on, my ice cream fried.
Each age an age of innocence to the ensuing,
endlessly ensuing, may my litigation follow
through and hook and eye coordination make of me
an athlete. What's the probability that we'll devise
an afterlife that we can live with?
Are you looking for your luminescence
where the dark is good or where you found it last
time? As one crow sophisticate makes pyramids of
quantum possibilities, one innocent collapses
laughing. One's not unidentified if one's a flying
object and one lets on that the cumulative
distribution tends to one. You tell the octopuses of
your dream. The octopuses say, Don't dream that
way. Take my advice and get a half-life. Don those
hour glasses and traverse the corresponding non-
An isolated biorhythm makes a face that's
suitable for radio or mother's love. An ozone of
cicadas jealously amends all known agendas.
Matched with assets they'll be assets and when
orbiting a variable access they'll be helices, maybe
believers. As my vertical homunculus knows
nothing of that horizontal ladder, deep in an interior
I'll have the pact to end all pacts. It's vacuum versus
vacuum in the presidential residence and back to
the unnatural. Ask any object of affection how all
objects of affection ought to be addressed and use
the proper pronoun please.
To kaleidoscope is to impose symmetry by means of smoke and mirrors.
In a past century Heikki Huotari (he/him/his) attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. He's a retired math professor and has published poems in numerous literary journals, including Crazyhorse, Pleiades, and the American Journal of Poetry. His fourth collection, Deja Vu Goes Both Ways, won the Star 82 Press Book Award.