Us geophags, Az wrote, paresisbound
avoid nugaes and flavor nonpareil.
Caduceus excised their omphalos
is where the knife first touched and best agnared...
Can't love us geos. Our first taste will be
our last. That beer had by my dad at twelve
has yet run out. With us of course it's worse.
If anyone I love it's you, my com-
mutator in Acedia...So sconce
my roof the pigeons, Ades birdseyed can-
dent. Manhattan accepts the sun faroff.
I wish your mom malheur, the renal mus-
ic perennate. Tell her. My dad as well.
So sad to derogate the likes of us.
Joseph Harms' fiction and poetry have appeared or will be appearing in Boulevard, The Alaskan Quarterly Review, IthacaLit, Out of Our, Poydras Review, Red Ochre Press, Lines+Stars, SPECS, The American Dissident, Bad Idea, The Ann Arbor Current and Writing Conference, Inc.. He is currently seeking a publisher for his sonnet series Bel, as well as seeking representation for his novel Cant.