I've written one of Daniel Nester's poems for him:


FOCUS ON SAINTY

& discard the fanfare—each blast crowds slightly
In the shadow of a brightened face: a shanty.

Pick the lady on the flower barge. Shifty.
Readjust the crosshairs justly: sticky.

Your Oulippean pumps are just right shady.
I’m taking a schooner, a sloop, a sham.

Passably pasty and all in-between—foist
The fractured foible generator & focus on shellacking.

Fixate on shells—cheese and shells. You make us.
You make us shells. Shantih. Shantih. Cheyenne,

Wyoming.
Population Never.