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Category: Menagerie
Poems about Animals
hot dog
The salt is the part of my kidneys that has rats in it. Salt of my diette, lo, my pinchy bean. Let’s see you normal group tubers, week twelve testing for high end salt expression.
new star tar
The whales could die any day now. That’s all I’m saying. There could be these barnacles filled with fluid that drip-drip into the sea. Where the whales are. The barnacles are not attached to the boats, due to the paint painters put on the helm and the stern and some of the sailors have paint …
a note on the crocodile
that you assume is yours, and it might be, as the things I’m thinking are a little yours, tho this instance in particular has a function. The long body of crocodiles, two which are one by their nature, lolling beside eachother in this state at the Houston zoo. I say ‘body’ like a student body, …
ode to the kiwi
Little dipper of cream, you are a bunch of spit- on fur and your bird shoes your plinks– I have scooped you up from your leaning over, tiny hopper. I know they try you, et tu fruit, but don’t lie to yourself, bird. Your big egg is hard pressed to find better cheeks than these, …
Very Bunny, Cheep Cheep
bunny duds found soaking wet with what on the corner of fifth and seveneventh, watch four turnpike witches too two many hops to NY briars, bushes + folkart tolstoy replica figurines. I will so see U there, there punk. Earlier version published in Sawbuck 1.8
Zoo Po Day
The zoo is getting me out of bed this morn, the zoo of no small animals, so showing off the taller ones–come to the zoo say they. There are gift shops and zoo objects besides, the tigers want to brush your teeth, keeper with this red baton just in his case, the lemurs, the lions, …
Paul of Birds
Paul of Birds (62) has an inaudible voice, the walk of an insect, and a robe which is too big for him. To right his body is to stand slightly jiggling in the foyer. This persistence of variation cause, ultimately, a change in the appearance of himself to himself in the wide mirror to our …
Sooner
the socking. The schooner ticking itself to the bay. Fed light of moon on my mouth. I knew you briefly flinging about, the glassy balcony, lofting the seeds so to birds you were. You were birds about to come to the skiffs. It was next. I mean you to be next to the sea, haul …
crocodilia
dilia dinnered * thought sumptuous * we see / saw dilia / dilia throathold old owl old fruity lute, drag the shadow out river, gowned down river –member simply the hunk of & Sparrows someplaces protract insignias in orderless whatsoever & we/we just kept growing old dilia/dilia birds ding in the trees dilia/dilia oldriver to river …
There were birds
There were birds and birds of squirrels and elk, elegant birds, red and white ones. A bird that fell and hurts and ones all wet running. And birds where birds pump; eating the great sky, and birds for hire. There were. A bird in certain cases, and overblowing lightly, and seeing the sky shallower and …
Phoebe is a Dog (after Edna)
The lovely learning evening we jumped some stones and followed Phoebe’s titillating ass. You were phoned out. You were singing hymns and I think great, my body is a bordello, an air craft carrier. Your dog is cutting us off with trees, twelve am, one. We are leashed things, we are Bergman’s pigeons, for once …
Elephant Notes
elephant trivia Crushing by elephant Philosophical significance of Ganesha’s form Eleblog Elephant Dieties Elephant prosthesis The elephant santuary?
A Few Furry Widgets on the Veranda, Early Morning, 1998
I’ve tried to rip off their green wings & feelers. Bit them. To see if they’re real.
When birds
wrapped their fists on that wire and two dropped like handkerchiefs on the porch. Watched them silver simple like tines, like people we think like. I forget what you said. The rain went to the windows and we slept ass-up in the tent. Chickened in that fat down bag. The moon shut it’s eye then look, …
Love Letter Hawks
Dear let’s see, here are my dear hinds, a black shawl across my back, yanked it with my big sticky toes. Way down there. A dear dog wedged in my craw & slopped on my elbow, ass-up, underlit, but enough to read like a jackal. Here dear. String you up like a buzzy horsefly, count tinkles in the tinfoil. I wheeled out the electric heater …
Bug Poem
the shield bugs the jesus bugs the bugs that come from toilet paper dispensers bugs I get them the bugs on my face the black heads of bugs I face come and get it this dinner the silent bugs the ones that get awards bugs on bats maggots that eat gangrene the bugs that copulate …
TWO
for Larry —so you canter close to the roadside, hay in your hair & rotten crocuses. Even in all this wind, horses crying & chickens stuck to chicken wire, you whisper. I don’t know where the whispering is— The pale wheat moves like gazelles on my legs & you break the wheat something to say. …
Deer Drafts
1| She drinks brandy. This thing with both thumbs smudging the glass. Then I touch her hair. We move through the time like a radio. I wheeze like a radio into her ear. 2| The twigs and spindles of ice on the window, autumn houses, burnt autumn housing. The way she takes me to her …