Friday, March 30, 2007

Palinode 18

We move the deer aside

Make room for the

Fodder.

I brush my teeth in horizontal

Patterns

To try to remind them

How to do it

To run or gallop—

            [Luckily the naked noise doesn’t follow
            it keeps its distance
            I don’t let it get in everything
            like your pubic hair got in my soup]

There

Must

Be

A

Million

Asian

Students

At

The

University

Of

Pennsylvania

And

Apparently

The bees have disappeared

Horded the honey—

Honey I’m sorry,

I mentioned your pubic hair

In public,

I cannot hear myself speak.

Eat your dinner.

Yours truly was asked to clean the apartment

Alright:

I     see     a      potential     pile.

              [Is this a form of cleaning?]

Straw

And

Sternum

Make

Nice

Sound

Piles

Why

Don’t

They

Make

More

Sense?

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