Leslie Kleinberg
lkleinberg@hotmail.com

12 AM August 26

Persephone says
wend me significant
renderer crafts one
more room for opposites.
Community of play.

Circling toward simplest
I know I'm mean. It's cause
I'm freaking out. And your
pants are falling down!
Obtuse linguist,
Now your lazy bra strap.
Why must you eat with fingers,
Open doors, leave them open.

I am selfish yes and
Crotchety like an old tree branch.
I am complaining at the ways
you taught me.

Circling around the pinpoint
which finds oneself
talking to be listening
Exhaust of useless words recycled
from exhaust.
Hear the old codger? My
little toe's been creaking
My craftsman wants to meet your
Powersaw, milked from a button
or mined from lips, lodes, millwrights,
loquacia. What's with all
the airborne extravagance?
Packed and goaded, perspicacious.
Transatlantic silverfish.
Penny for your prowess, he took a
helicopter. Make him row faster,
squander all your wealth.

It is a problem of faith,
All around. There, said it.
Did I steal a line there somewhere?
 

12 PM August 26

Amazing ability to pinpoint the dial
Twelve o'clock exact no peeking.
Really now, can't we get those Forbes
Worth Red Herring magazines put
somewhere hidden? I hate them. Actually,
I can't think of any subscription I
really approve of. Here's your Esquire
with a sick looking Kidman on the cover.
Here's an L.A. Buzz advertising
chi chi eateries. Ok so you've
got the New Yorker. Fine lot of
good it does me here.
Cantankerous little self  I smile
so wretched to complain about this
cup runneth over when there's
take-out on the table.
Please pass the granola.
Cous cous. Ecoute?
Concerns bottomless go knocking on
Patina, go find a routine vegetable.
Convince me
That's not really what I need.
Impose my own restrictions
Fair enough's not fair.