Hook And Eye
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PHOTON
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MECHANICAL ADVANTAGE
HEIKKI HUOTARI
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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? |
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Photon
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- self-intersecting path. |
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Mechanical Advantage
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. |
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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. |