Simple Theories

  As things would have it, cardinals fall into the category of Nouns. No fault to them, happens to us all. Perhaps one should say they fly into the category, with their provocative right and left wings. Meanwhile, lingually correct bird stations at treetop and vocalizes meaningfully, subject: dusk, where and when. Cardinal has long reach. Flash of colour defines if definition even exists. The male flashes red. A rusty reddish finds female. You trip for consistency. Dichotomies instruct dichotomies. Any bird matches machinery of don't blink. Cautionary while you might crab. The cardinal has not changed it difference, just holds down a place. You don't say you noun, you think you are covering story. The last time you were appalled you were wrong. Your noun became a verb, the verb became a form. You went okay like the number one. Sorry, midflight.

  You will notice the grand wood paneling in the rabbit hole. The sportive nature of rabbits so decrees because death remains no better than an exaggeration. Note the sparkly zest of rabbit as it pops from grassy clusters just to evade your interest. You and your dog note the vitality inherent in fleeing. It smells like the days. Rabbits sit quietly with ears, rise from the planet with scrambling hops, and elsewhere becomes a prank. Some hungry hunter may just catch, such is the life of fodder, but the teeming ranks prove hearty. Union-led and Union-fed, the proletarian consort bullets from gorse and sedge and provocative grass, provoking administration. Files of rabbitry sniff carrot leaves and feed. Endgame means nothing but a flash. The right spirit of experience feeds a moon risen in the morn. Fabulous dawn exalts the further chase. Rabbits run with the featured thrall of just this adrenalin quoin, both structural and aesthetic. The many spread into the one, the one into the many.

  Palm trees don't exist. How could they survive the only weather in the world. Cold, costly winters and vapid summers would play havoc on anything palm-like. Palms could only exist in stories cleverly whipped up to inspire intruders. The cost of imagination would skyrocket if palm trees were to exist. Poems would need to be written and god forbid even rewritten just to uphold the secular existence of palm trees. Palm trees would require exotic locale and string beans would disappear. Normal weather would start to look pear-shaped and accents would flourish. Normalcy's trademark would look floppy and constitutional emphasis would fail. Here and only here is where here is. That is a fact stacked on a fact in the overcast now engaging the world. Truth cannot hold the truth like this.

  A fawn, in the dark, running down the street, towards the car. Headlights, of course, vast directing. The car stopped but the frightened young one served the momentum of fear. It ran into the car with a falling clatter, rose, and continued running down the street. Following directly, the doe with valiant concern signifying look. Something scared the young one and it ran without control. Rudiments of living in the rudiments. The mordant sentence spoke the formation that astonishes to admit. We are weak and unlikely. Our fears become conveyors. Light rose from the doe. Breath asks with every pulsing: are you alive? Are you the fright and persistence? Are you ready to blend into the world? Deers will fly someday and they will be rocks. The crisp determined trees place you in the raucous wilderness, a mooncoin foaming value. High flown guffaws as matches are struck, the familiar discerned. Coyne's bog land, in the language fluster. It stands in what we see we are. Or are not, free of

  Chipmunk posits backyard getaway. Cheek pouches stretch to three times the size of their head, just for flow. Lifestyle sets pace. Two seconds may need chipmunk on rock, rocket to rock. Rock may need chipmunk brief experience bounding. Elsewhere next in the triangulation of territory. Giant sun may tone down how life exists in the space of time, chipmunk over there now. Meanwhile, your briquettes are ready. Consecutive chipmunk in same place. Across the desultory limits and abiding can improve isolated percentages and proxy votes. Nosotros commingle with it without time. Acorns are the size of acorns this year, measured year-to-date, compounded and daresay extruded. Forthwith centripetal force abides chipmunk and time. Is lifestyle even a lifestyle or can it just be chipmunk transit thither? Note the empathy of energy. Our corporate sponge ideology plants no acorn centrum. Jostle as particular advance in tall grass. Glomerate energy determined by corporate turbine, fresh anxiety, dyn