Alleviation

by Jon Leon

My utopian home
is located in an adirondack
priss parlor. “Quite
the contrary, Dae.”
—our oversight
The surrealist believed
life-as-a-work-of-art
was its own justification.
Now
in my place here at the
colonial site
like the Sago mine
our tubular dissonance
discharge internecine
contractors. This is a hover
bout. Pick a leading literati
deutsche crie,
for the mind is an
elaborate pistol.
Reel them in just
close enough so that
they feel the blow.