Tom Taylor

NIX NEW STARTER

nix not held what’s not seen again
sent between messages the linger
was set against Thule reeds remembered
called your liners were not ruled nor spent
but laid aside for tumors groaning undermined
from the porch affirmed your gayer lights
were not altered at anything new but laid up
aside the fortunate rows from the layered butt

I’d even called aside for chips and salsa on the
window side as how you left me grooming and wide
after firmer totals were not included but made new
from the tuner collapse in her monstrous lay-out
the hanging gardens of wherever are still marked by
incursions from the manlier side of the mush offering
which was let from newer lines or from leftover
thoughts on the windowsill of disaster, a bell tower,
bravely pursuing beavers, here’s the distant town in
the distance riding up and down the chain of being
there at all hails the cornballs from obscure claims are

met at the insouciance a clamor for mower and their
own insistence you were laid up inside the clammier dues
“Let’s do that” wino-hesitant-thing was finally left aside
from other, outer coils or duties from lesser wisdom than
you might expect from the reporter at the corner from what’s
been off-handed, do you expect any correspondence has been
explicated rather than donated onto any sort of clues or curios
who might have been the tipping point for all this destiny

rode stowage inside non sequitur, made sportster again
the linkages took place repeatedly, made calm again hear
the foolish arch towers not particularly ‘in place’ but calm to
the eye’s own distances it was swell it was hidden out as if
you were not enclosed particularly but left intense and sudden from
what ‘s meant to follow which was not sudden at all but marked
out as something special or new or uninclined to attempt anything new.