Holy lyric! Now, that's what I'd call "horizontal."

Too hard not to post this poem by T.R. Hummer posted originally this morning at Verse Daily. Congrats to James May and all the folks at New South for snagging this poem and delivering it to us.


Fallacy of Accident

Phallus, fallacy, and fool sound vaguely alike,
     so all must be related in a deep etymology,
Like the ellipse of shadow on the adobe wall
      is related to the copper birdbath casting it,
And also to the wall, and so to the street beyond,
      and to the market across the street, where bins
Of oranges and lettuces arc related to the herd
      of schoolboys staring at the flipped motorbike
In the gutter, and the helmetless body of the man,
      and the litter of morning papers scattered
From his panniers—news of the world, the actor's wedding,
      restaurant reviews, cartoons with banana peels,
Forgetfulness, slippage, gravity, falling bodies.


T. R. Hummer
from New South