as seen by four poets
Who washes slowly
Simplistically stump
Rounded a bird white
Flipping interest stiff.
Fix my humor -- in
Marzabotto I met a
Dead man singing
An alien language.
The bells of your
Mountain temple
Are ringing, again.
--
Who is who as washes slowly.
Who was as washes. Who knows, washes.
Stay round, who is bird. Waits as bird on stump.
If a bird, if only bird, if as a bird waits and round.
Do you know when animals speak.
Do you settle for the white birds when they speak.
Show me that the animals speak.
Show me when the birds speak.
Start with a round animal. Stay stiff together.
Not asking the right questions this time.
Who knows who knows when animals speak.
Who know when animals are speaking.
From here to the stump is a white bird.
There is no space for telling. For asking.
The right questions about a white bird.
Knowing settling. The bird of soul of speaking.
--
Any of the following sentences contributes to the sense
of the policeman called to the scene. Arranging for
the rounded bird to land on a broken plate with nothing
by a simple stump, this is enough to telegraph your answers
to you, from Tuscany, a fortune waiting for you
in terracotta. She was plodding up the hill behind me,
I said, "You and me we're not like birds, we're like animals
with sharp claws and fangs, but nobody stops trying
to understand our language." A periodic table of rips
and screams, hung up in a mildewy cave. And holding
a demon-figurine, but it whispered like a neighbor that
it was coming awake so just sit still. Bestirred empty
where the bird was flying. Nobody spoke his name.
Stooped in front of us and explained they broke his head off.
In Italy some of us heard a song coming to us from the hills --
when we asked a local wine merchant about the sound,
he had a funny answer. And, holding up the shunned piece,
everything she knew of liquefaction and solipsism suddenly
came out, and we were forced to leave the ruin just then.
--
staple action
a how with a sip
wing up
seriatim punk
languid
in the outer cusp
if a weightlessness
big on a wave
Simplistically stump
Rounded a bird white
Flipping interest stiff.
Fix my humor -- in
Marzabotto I met a
Dead man singing
An alien language.
The bells of your
Mountain temple
Are ringing, again.
--
Who is who as washes slowly.
Who was as washes. Who knows, washes.
Stay round, who is bird. Waits as bird on stump.
If a bird, if only bird, if as a bird waits and round.
Do you know when animals speak.
Do you settle for the white birds when they speak.
Show me that the animals speak.
Show me when the birds speak.
Start with a round animal. Stay stiff together.
Not asking the right questions this time.
Who knows who knows when animals speak.
Who know when animals are speaking.
From here to the stump is a white bird.
There is no space for telling. For asking.
The right questions about a white bird.
Knowing settling. The bird of soul of speaking.
--
Any of the following sentences contributes to the sense
of the policeman called to the scene. Arranging for
the rounded bird to land on a broken plate with nothing
by a simple stump, this is enough to telegraph your answers
to you, from Tuscany, a fortune waiting for you
in terracotta. She was plodding up the hill behind me,
I said, "You and me we're not like birds, we're like animals
with sharp claws and fangs, but nobody stops trying
to understand our language." A periodic table of rips
and screams, hung up in a mildewy cave. And holding
a demon-figurine, but it whispered like a neighbor that
it was coming awake so just sit still. Bestirred empty
where the bird was flying. Nobody spoke his name.
Stooped in front of us and explained they broke his head off.
In Italy some of us heard a song coming to us from the hills --
when we asked a local wine merchant about the sound,
he had a funny answer. And, holding up the shunned piece,
everything she knew of liquefaction and solipsism suddenly
came out, and we were forced to leave the ruin just then.
--
staple action
a how with a sip
wing up
seriatim punk
languid
in the outer cusp
if a weightlessness
big on a wave

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