Artwork courtesy Tex Fontanella and John M. Bennett
Cannes
Genes too small to feed to coin purses hollow the spoken glints of them,
The holes dug for money’s final death. Sonar intercepts a message
About whales, whose light crashes or is the rays of God’s best departure.
Dwarf pansies riot the flower burrows nearest the painted walls.
I barely remember being donated to research forever.
The unacceptable cooks broken eggs. She loves her foreign flag dress.
Tonight: the weathering of stone and a statue celebrates women.
A man in the arts asks himself again, “How do you?” apologize.
This time I am not trying to sleep on two metal millimeters.
I am child in the king’s lumber, the planet is a celeriac heart.
Innumerable Stumble 