It Is Concave Poem by James Onuska

The wings are spread. The lines are blurred. There is no point for intersection.
When can we be tangled. Get your high flying ideas out of here. Splitting two
Canyons. I feel like jumping. Mirror the tail. What is the next one to come off.
Points for inspecting. I must reconsider. More tubs of soap. Let's get rinsing. Twenty eight. Fifty one. Buns. Top of the peak. You eye the split. It was no cheap
Shot. Bury the dead. We don't have enough dirt. It was a need of a hearty laugh.
Burning seconds might collide. I can sense that. Lie flat. Have the magic act. Must
Put in play. Further the journey. No one is busier. Think of spring. Spring into action. We act like giants. Powder puff. Must jump into action. You can't be all that pure. Divide the cans. Need for a pause. Hogs what was left. What was next.
Pour the left over. Over and out. Might pout. Cure the buzz. Do you want me to
Dive. Pull a branch down. Starch conserve. Spread it around. It looks pleasing. Rock steady. Head out of town. I was an outcast. Must hold up. What is more
Thrilling. The ceiling, do more. Curl. I'm not a king. Keep it leading. A stiff notch.
Notch it up. Brush aside. Open wide. Can be cancelled. Handle it well. Needle strip. Cast about. I will deal with it later. It's not her. Pull it together. Heather.
I took the odd job. Are you Bob. Waiting for a clear day. Can I help you. Kangaroo.
Will inherit. Near it. Don't cancel. Pains fully realized. What rises. High rises. Keep
It in the can. Overboard. I was never bored. Take my temperature. Never mention
It again. Learn all the easy lines. We'll differ on opinion. What a comfort. Jobs are scarce. Bellies. It was gigantic. Hit the turf. Grace will spread evenly. Fold up. May
I mention. Concave. I know what you are asking. In reflection it is in decline.