if you rearrange the letters
in Bernadette Mayer
it turns into “bent dream eatery”
mine spells “bard knives”
what a melodious thinking
do you suppose
the London Philharmonic will agree
today I’m celebrating the void
with all its invisible o’s
some circles are a preamble
to anything we know
like that great wobble that took place
the day Pericles fell to his knees

Dave Brinks
from his book Caveat Onus: Meditations
Black Widow Press, 2009

used with permission of the poet