The septuagenarian murderer knits nonstop

One way to wear out the clock

In Tickfaw miracles occur

This weekend: the thirteenth annual Cajun joke contest

They will/will not be sending the former governor to Big Gola

I pinch a cigarette and stare at Rachel’s wrist scars

By their color they are recent

That the eye not be drawn in

I suggest all courage is artificial

Her sister did not fail 

Noses amuse us and hers not less so

          short    smart    butch
          utterly unsure of herself

Whichever you see as sadder

A jukebox or a coffin

A woman’s hand will close your eyes

On the surface she is receptive

I wear the lenses of my time

Some run to type, but I am not qualified

Hectored by questions that have to do with the Forms of Harm,
     the Nature of the Beast, Mercy, etc.

Last seen yesterday morning in a one-piece swimsuit

The popular 16 year-old is 5’7”, 127 lbs

The K-9 unit given her long white prom gloves, her pillowcase

Do you wish to save these changes
          yes    no    never mind

The stinging caterpillars of Tickfaw pour onto the bark
          in the form of a cross

A random book skimmed from the women’s shelf

In which an undine-like maiden
          is espied feeding white daisies to a bear

Something an anarcho-syndicalism wasn’t really expected

          poetry    time    space    death

Church marquee: AFTER GOOD FRIDAY COMES EASTER
GOD ALWAYS WINS

Drive-in marquee: LENTEN SPECIAL
          POBOYS    FRIES    DRINK

The men pretty much all have ripped chests

Knitting wasn’t really expected

Sign on the weight machine: PUSH TO FAILURE

Whoever becomes a DRUNKARD must be taken to the Whipping Post

Dino’s out, he’d like his pictures
Dino blowing smoke out of the holes of his beautiful nose

She is so sweet you wouldn’t believe she had did
          all the things they say she did

That one, she’s got a gaggle of tricks up her you know what

Drawn on a wall in solitary by a young one
          MOM    LOVE    GOD
          Before he had a face on him

Don’t blink don’t miss nothing: It’s your furlough

The Asian lady beetle won’t reproduce indoors

The missing girl’s father is a probation officer

Do you want to download this
          now    later    no comment

Solitary confinement, Mr. Abbott wrote,
          can alter the ontological makeup of  a stone

Mr. Abbott was state-raised; he knows

0% financing and drive-through daiquiris

Baggies of hair and nail clippings entered in

You can bet your nickels

The former 4-term governor will be well-lawyered

What is your problem.

The tier walker checks on the precariously living

Photographed him with a boner

That’s not my pencil, is it

Check his prints:
          plain    tented    looped    burned off

It is a stock dog, the state dog, catahoula
          with the rain blue eyes

Church Marquee: LET’S MEET AT MY HOUSE BEFORE THE GAME

                             Lead (kindly) light                                    Enter (softly) evil