[Selections from Mike Silverton’s Trios, 169 three-line poems crafted in “irreversible tercets in lines of diminishing length,” published in 2022, by Sagging Meniscus Press (www.saggingmeniscus.com). Mike founded La Folia and has since retreated into obscurity.]
Guillaume Apollinaire, Guillaume de Machaut, Billy the Kid,
Lady Murasaki pitches cherry-blossom pies
Pensées, permafrost, walnuts.
Dogs acquire ticks by chance. As for me,
I’m prepared to discuss unintelligibility as soon as
Acquiring trees to learn their ways devolves to bonsai
Mercurial, marmoreal, rigorous, frivolous, a poem
In a front-row seat, in garments of my own design, I monitor debris.
As the poet achieves full viscosity, his sunrise fontanelles call to mind
I’d like this poem to sound like an andiron clopping an evasive tortoise.
The night stores its softer weapons under a carpet. The planets stand, as if arranged,
Pastel highlights flicker, suitors gurgle endearments,
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