Poetry – Page 284

always a sale on in Taiwan, coupons & clippers & Ceylon, ‘tho it’s wrong, I’ll worry o’er the celeries, & stir the rice, I’m sure that’s right, O bother me, there’s Swiss chard there above the bowls from Annam

& it’s diced everso slowly when you choose it over julienn’d, & Suzie’s refusing her hand, she is, & does that clatter & tines on the table set just right, so don’t mind the processor then

for the silence & the absent interact to a proffered predilect, ‘tho to slice it radii’d as every apple, oranger berry I’ve so a pencil lay in air, & a doodle & a pony limp along

pride come ‘ everafter ‘ like the cubs, ( those’r cats & the shoes’r fit enough the hills of ankara and kush ) the belfries & potteries at handset, ( & that’s that ) beyond that woodbeam, mars

3 spider eyes 1 for octopii 1 for any more 1 asleep other 5 haiku memorize india ink 3rd eye winks