76 Days Remain

[Quenntis]

"Talisman for the Poet"

Unmappable sentences live on

beyond the confines of their pun-

ctuation. The wild ones live on

in the echoes of the un-

said. They live on as riddles

bridging the literal to the fig-

urative, from the nonsensical

to the overtly sensual fig-

ments of your imagination. Listen, man,

here’s a fortune in gold worth dig-

ging for, if meaningful gold is what you’re after.

There are more riches for you to dig-

est if you’re willing to listen

to me whisper and thump away. I’m a hum-

ble rabbit’s foot, a lucky talisman

for you to hang onto while you hum

your dissonant tunes. You’ve become a prison-

er, obsessed with cutting lines, with under-

standing the life of sentences you imprison-

ed here in this plunder-

ed poem—your biggest blunder!

Listen, man, you under-

estimate my ability to sunder

lightning strikes from the poetry of thunder.