surefire submission to the editors of poetry   I snuggled up to common happenstance as iamb rhymeless numberless profound as a trip to the dump and when I handcuffed it to stranging words jackintheboxing funly out of head damned if the little sumbitch didn't turn all sticky metaphysical on me.   © Michael Fleming Casper, Wyoming January, 1982   top of page  other shorter poems  longer poems  sonnets               e-mail to Mike  Fox Paws home page