Poem [song birds take a bath in our elephant pool]
song birds take a bath in our elephant pool turtles don't come to our turtle yet sunflower cytology apprehend the weeds in our garden cytologies you mean & well there's poison ivy as in drew barrymore or dream creatures knocking at the window threatening to kill you on a snowy road and now the luna moth creeps along as creeks bring blue herons flying into flower watches like herons nesting oh! what mayhem we behold, so many Gnostic beings landing at our doorstep ready to start something or else there'll be a rainbow or parhelion or fire or with the party to put an end to hunger as they say in the old days and should we have a rent strike à la hoag's corners? what wilt thou? frogs and bugs and little dead farm animals in the hay, oh hell i've lived in new york city i know about dead beings like all get out of the sidewalks and burning buildings along with the living tho the living usually stay unless they're the living dead
From Scarlet Tanager. Copyright © 2005 by Bernadette Mayer. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation. All rights reserved.