"Hey, each of you gimme a word."

[Evark]

My buddy Chuck, "Lumpenproletariat,"
As if the use makes him intelligent.
My room-mate suggests simply, "blueberry."
Y'know? Collected in hefty buckets,
Only to be had in a sumptuous
amount? Raffaella says, "capricious!"

instantly, using the same capricious-
like thought that 'lumpenproletariat'
had lacked. Elmira tells me, "sumptuous,
and show me later." She's intelligent
of a sestina's challenge. And buckets?
Rosanne, I'm glad this goes with blueberry

because using these words with blueberry
in the mix eases my first capricious,
drunken decision to work. Thank buckets.
Am I a Lumpenproletariat
man? Lowest class? So unintelligent
I think a degree ensures sumptuous

living conditions later? Sumptuous,
like a remembered, ripe Maine blueberry
I enjoyed years ago. Intelligent,
it is, if you succeed with capricious
decisions. Lumpenproletariat
are not excluded here, though the buckets

they fill, blueberry-carrying buckets,
inspire interest as to the sumptuous
character lumpenproletariat
workers picking the August blueberry
crop possess. I would cherish capricious
decisions they made, the intelligent

stories; as only the intelligent,
woebegone man has--and by the buckets.
Finished vodka; another capricious
thirsty Thursday. Building a sumptuous
memory to savor with blueberry
years amid lumpenproletariat--

yes, lumpenproletariat--buckets
that have intelligent and sumptuous
blueberries of an Evan: capricious.