Rain: Are you willing to take the risk?
Sleet: The vertical line in the center of the diagram
Snow: Or perhaps you’d like to try your hand at
Hail: Punching the core—How bad can it get?
Freezing Rain: Most commonly found in a narrow band
Wal: Sunbeam electric throw denim prairie
Pecan: As you’ve heard it said
Pea: We offer members advice on all matters
Macadamia: Some are smooth, but others are pebbled
Pine: Once upon a time, in 1989
Cashew: Fresh from the
Almond: Science continues to learn more
Pistachio: Of broccoli or spinach?
Doric: Voltage and current strain gauge measurement test bench
Ionic: Selects the red spider for its infrastructure
Corinthian: An increase of 55% over the prior year
Composite: Compared to traditional autoclave curing
Tuscan: Sexual content and language
* I created the various parts of “Reveal,” now a book-length sequence, using the “I’m Feeling Lucky” feature of google.com. A search on each line’s keyword revealed a website, and I used different methodologies for each poem to select the corresponding “found text.”
Is Hart Crane a style of kung fu?
Does water always circle clockwise?
anything to dread in
Is it time to smell your city hair?
What if, for a day, no one catches any lobsters?
If you’re full of intent, do you have room for dessert?
Can you put a side dish in the center of the table?
Are wooden nickels worth anything to a collector?
If a turtle runs quickly, is it still a turtle?
How do you spare a 7-10 split?
Does anyone die in the funny papers?
Is “Speed Limit 60” your sign?
If I’m in the nude, can someone address me?
Where do bats fly for the winter?
What number does a stitch in space save?
Are there any leftovers?
Yellow? Purple? Blue?
Whose velocity is this?
Do any bakers count correctly?
How many teeth will it take to fill up this mouth?
Does Peter Piper pack pepper spray?
When will all the faucets stop dripping?
As the cement presses back against the air,
Its pores inflate of minerals and clarity.
As the skin moves through space, a bag
Full of blood, it scrapes against the atmosphere
Leading almost to kittens
The ones that survive the hot summer
& bake into the sub-strata, the basket
Skin of the cantaloupe embracing its flesh
& desire to make love to a God
To see if she has a denouement
A fascination with sleeves & cuffs
& other sparkling & superfluous
Revolved to require to reverse, hip at the apex of triangle
All web to funnel, to spin around & under circumference
To advocate the many that drop, pennies fluttering through oil
& wet behind the ears, green. Meant stripes as favor
Curved at the top & lips. All the skins peel with it,
Sheets & sheets of mail drawn between nails
& all the characters therein, leaving only subtext
Rebar & organ, shadow intention. Sliding then your finger
Between them to create artificial distinctions
Where each now thirsts for other, water 2 water &
Vessel 2 vessel, pattern only dangling ones
From line by loop & hook, trying to herd you there
To juicier grass, to release & let screw momentum
Carry you into the future, where cement just ooze
& outline the single spot in the middle, the one
that all animals jingle around ride them
As tambourine vibrates its little cymbals
& crashes like dragon to the lemon floor
You can calculate pi by eyeballing circumference
Of marble, parallels finally kissing upon horizons
Thing without holes attempts to reabsorb
Bowling pin tacking the melon walls &
Topple unprecedented angle, protract carpet
As buttercup blasts its grabby opposition
Angel torches driftwood & seeds watermelon
Where daisy selfishly unveils
Each stringed banana of sunlight
brucecovey is Adjunct Professor of Creative Writing at Emory University and author of three collections of poetry—The Greek Gods as Telephone Wires, and the forthcoming Ten Pins, Ten Frames (Fall 2005), and Glass Is Really a Liquid (Fall 2006)—all from Front Room Publishers. His recent work also appears or is forthcoming in 26, Bombay Gin, Jacket, Explosive Magazine, Pool, CrossConnect, No Tell Motel, The Hat, 88, Boog City, Traverse, Cranky, GutCult, MiPoesias, La Petite Zine, Shampoo, and other journals. He is editor of the web-based poetry magazine Coconut.