3:15 in the big city
same as 3:15 in the country—
soulful   skillful   gingerly
lean inside the pickle line [?]
and extract the sleepy participant

thumps beyond the house
raise my curiosity
bullets disguised as fireworks
   don't deceive us twice
gradually die off with
   a car's engine

why be dull?
English majors will look back
and have nothing to grasp.
pinochle, poker, Magic,
even sex or intravenous drugs
will give the unwise something
   to glom onto

the Book of Judgment
will be awful thin in both columns
and just like a catch-and-release system
they may toss me back into the brine
ok, why be the small fish?
why not start my own school?
why wait for Icthoos or the Darwin
          fish
when it would be more fun
to chomp them in two?
my whale mouth would
   scoop thousands of those
   like krill
then i would rise to the surface
   and spit out the effluvium
before diving back into the brine