Complete With Hat

Try not to sing out
or let fly every rock
in your arsenal
Instead condense vapor, crack
knuckles, take the
hidden photo

It almost cannot be described…
It almost cannot be explained…
It certainly cannot be believed
lacking the picture

But if slightly approached…
if you are in the neighborhood
it is a sight to see

I have seen a man with
his own head tattooed on his neck


A keen explorer of juxtaposed words in life’s mundane sacrements, John Lane has observed poetry to follow him at the discrete distance of a mocking cloud. A now sober elf, there is no need to offer him drink or food; he had an apple on the train.