ars poetica I

possibly, for gertrude stein.



a pantoum on a steamboat calls for bogonias
a lack, too, of them and them.

a knot in my hair, a wind on my side
burnt from the light of a cardinal calling

red in a way you can explain,
a wind burnt.

lethargy is only a way to lift
and call the bud

of a bud out of it's dreary.
it is and isn't.

but an onion has a prowess;
a bone in the silk;

a way to turn lethargy into
where clapping begins.