The New American Language Poetry Tree

for diction in case of
Ron Silliman, Susan Howe
is the tiniest Japanese train engine
in the vast medieval distance

I take off my portable altar
and leave it in the trainstation
Yokohama is ancient Heidelberg

Pure and severe
I take off my portable altar
which has a bomb inside

In the forests of Nagano he will free
some snow monkeys from their utopian
hottubs

He plodded through the drifts of
I see
a snow monkey is playing with
my narrative determinism
hottub after hottub
bomb after bomb
empty after empty
after mit hotties of the Ho-tei

I'd like to see an elderly Zen monk
wearing a fancy German Pickelhaube
while stroking a tender straw

I'd like to see
a leather Zen Abbess wearing her
chaps and tiny Pickelhaube rosaries

Pure and severe
my pubic hair is as dark
as Wallace Stevens
packed in dense brown hoboes
with Mauer jaw..