1. bring on board the expectation as electric circuit is to spring-mass-damper so prepared remark to from-the-heart the negative of face-to-face a vase the moving sidewalk doesn’t end but your connection does when relegated to miscellany your knowledge of position and your knowledge of velocity may simultaneously fade it’s good to stop and smell the rotting carcass but it’s better yet to roll in it and take your essence with you to the ozone an air-pressure differential will cause doors to open on their own
2. the houses as time passes migrate with the climate not one christian soldier marches as to war as oscillations not orthogonal are micromanaged so I’ll have a hive mind don’t mind if I do I’ll be so full of grace my books will balance on their own my students will have social skills as misdirected as is expectation mountain dwellers crave confinement as the content may have shifted so the consolation may I find the prize like Einstein may I drive the speed of light from information to misinformation may my moving sidewalk never end
3. blesséd are the shivering for they’ll be blanketed commemorated one leg short the water table wobbles take your grievance and your gratitude outside the opaque is the enemy of the translucent if Narcissus manifests with bits of wisdom insulating my surround the indistinguishable faces of a tetrahedron bring to me my volatile organic compound it’s a crystal every day is prestidigitation day the probability of partly sunny is the probability of partly cloudy and the novel by analogy is known
4. consistent with the trivial equivalence for every x and every y x and y are related when the demonstrators let their limbs go limp the police wave their sticks if walking is not falling so is flying when blood rushes to my head my spine aligns with gravity in but one of two ways she loves me and she loves my dog or not try what the climate migrants try an harp said Ezra Pound ironically upending an erosion an inclusive or don’t put the fire out till you see the dark parts of their eyes it’s always all about the living thing
Heikki Huotari attended a one-room school and spent summers on a forest-fire lookout tower. Since retiring from academia/mathematics he has published poems in numerous literary journals, including Pleiades, Spillway, The American Journal of Poetry and Willow Springs, and in five collections.