Unrelenting.
Let’s talk about (Tuttle’s line)
Taking us from a to b.
Varying in heft.
Guileless.
Craftless.
Curving shiny sometimes
but still always essentially
linear.
Scribbly.
Stand in front of thirty.
“Which one is my favorite?”
But how could he
possibly
know?
The Pleasantry Supreme
Not just thank you very much.
But thank you very very
very very
much.
Cat Fish
Boy am I glad that
trout don’t eat cats.
Because if they did
we’d have to use kittens for bait.
And, well,
yuck.
Ferry ride
This brain don’t tire
of shore
shrinking to speck
as boat pulls away
as every day
I immigrate.
Monkey Friend
And the monkey breath!
You gotta pack that up, my friend
all smelling of termites and sticks
and other monkeys.
No one asked you to smell that way.
In fact, the assignation specifically connoted
replicating a contrary stench, to whit:… Read on Macduff...
Graffiti Glass Breath
Gathering glass breath
into slushed dixie cups
chimney’d through milk wood
through worm weed
in whispers.
Marked pies with iron-crossed crust.
Heartfelt. Growing.
Red whispers.
Sliding up against
red-veined wood fences.
Slipping into character such that
white curves
twist toward… Read on Macduff...
My unkind moment
He looked like he was drawn not with a pen or a paintbrush but with the dull wet end of a used toothpick.
A dent. An imprint. A soft image.
Leaving behind a flaw designed primarily to gather dust.
Russia Me Lap Am On (for Kenneth Koch)
Artichokes with dark splotches, dry stems,
peeling soft near avocado papa-san.
Pump cheese? Please — pump chew. Pump chew, you bastard!
Pump cheddar!
Fact: Belgium bats its Belgian eyes.
Hungary honey-shaded my heart.
Luxemburg — well, you know how I … Read on Macduff...
The Pale Fire Deathmarch, Week 6.5
Pale Fire Peoples!
As suggested last week, here’s a bonus round for folks interested in re-reading the first section, talking about the Richard Rorty introduction to the Everyman’s Library, and/or bringing other external sources to the party.
My 2 cents: … Read on Macduff...