From “This Place Looking 
Out Upon”

Errol Miller

The tenants
were between stanzas, history’s proposition,
classic contemporary stories
out of history’s cradle

	    nuts & bolts, Cubist collage, you & me our
	musical chairs, seemingly out of sequence

Vortex of trouble, no exit, big
bellies swelling into Doomsday

New millennium, chronological litter, g-
reen gumbo, blotches of nullification

	  logopoeia’s
image.