Having picked a fish clean
I know what time is up to.
To be emblematic
I call the shell “bone” or “house,”
I call the gull “bully.”
The poem I run from
chases me with a stick.
A trick for late October
is not to use human brains
but use brains nonetheless.
Another: enter a room and act
exactly how you feel.
Congratulations Brian Blaser
for standing here in 1990.
You managed to carve a stone.