Jeremy Garcia – College of Arts & Sciences
What’s the point of wondering where to park
When the ducks of fancy Mozart’s part?
The apologetics of a stone won’t work while backing up.
But former students of love will understand this better — separation
Of hearts are rings to the ears of those who don’t get stuck.
Irking the maestro to pull up pants, the free space will come to its intended right.
Where time no longer swifts to the next note
As it dead ends near the creative spot.
Dumbo jacks tear at rounds though.
(Having no course correction material endears a real elephant to storm its steers into pins of pressing faintness.) Days ends are always like that,
Having two coats. One for ‘yes, please’ and another for ‘no, one’ even matters.
I’ll pay back the remainder. Double for the lacks.
And if ears aren’t big enough for mystery in a barrel
I’ll force even more down. The remainder will come.
A group photo of many fingertips and gentle ticks.
They’ll laugh then for sure at the way I spied reindeer.
At former bores whisked into a star. At battery leaks that corrupt spider wires.
White one’s that don’t know their own strength.
The spider could still speak to the pig even after he was amazed.
Not an organism in the world would compete with that.
And without a witness to her eyes, the worst easel on the block
Took a brush to town going through the abouts.
The turn, the chastity, the framework of felicity all frowned at the distance.
Separating what happened while learning to fall apart.