Backlogged, behind the library

Above oak bark yet broken

There’s our leaf.

Milton, William Shakespeare?

Aching, trying to make trochees touch?

Naw, just printing out something for class.


Cool summer shade, guardian

Of tranquil readers. “Holy fuck!

My stem broke off—now

I am falling—first!—The day

Came!” Invisible autumnal

Sound of wind—the culprit.


And infinite interpretations on how

Really did the leaf fall? And where?

Even just learning names, the leaves’


Author, can be tricky. Don’t

Read too much into vein lines.

Try being significant when


There’s springtime in Australia

Or better stories yet unread

Or grass waiting on the ground


will asking all those skinny naked pity questions
help to heal you because yes I am loving the city you
abandoned for a steely-eyed number-crunching New Yorker
to let you sleep tenderly smothered beneath his

wing but never to fly, never left to wander, to uncover the
ecstasy of madness, fruitlessness,

uselessness and the love to be won from the
self-destruction we had but instead traded for the
exhilaration of straitjackets and anchor pills as if
daring to feel the full stab of the lover’s moon and grit our

teeth and clean the wound and survive somehow makes us strong
or good for rejecting the death or that

blood and love inside and out is what defines us or that
either one of them could make us feel like we’re free

...or even what we used to be

A*cros"tic (#) (#), n. [Gr. ; extreme + order, line, verse.]


A composition, usually in verse, in which the first or the last letters of the lines, or certain other letters, taken in order, form a name, word, phrase, or motto.


A Hebrew poem in which the lines or stanzas begin with the letters of the alphabet in regular order (as Psalm cxix.). See Abecedarian.

Double acrostic, a species of enigma<-- crossword puzzle -->, in which words are to be guessed whose initial and final letters form other words.


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A*cros"tic (#), A*cros"ti*al (#), n.

Pertaining to, or characterized by, acrostics.


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