Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Virbrauchsgutter baal (lab hijinx w/ sad syrinx and yadas)

Ezra Pound
writing of Crevel's
Putting My foot in It

Oaf

Pound
like an old bag of nickels
trying to spruce up mud

when mud is all it ever was
and mud richer and more moral
in its corruption
than any music
of any hoofed or howling jowl

sleek
silent euglena

slipper of transparent rotojelli

who cares for a thing-castle like Ezra

who cares for the world
of shaggy thing-castles

dim
lumbering
rocks

only
in the quiet green halls
of a sunlit leaf's skin
is there any music at all

and only
when the sun
in its single magnificence
and gun
could maw

do then I

spit your foot tinned

spinal dentistry

only when your vertebral teeth
have ascended
the solar koala

may Ezra's mud loom
revel
in the sea

a monkey's tail for a
chameleon's tongue

An Imperial Highness
with Liberal Ideas
(whatever that means)