Line Grid Poems
October 23, 1998
ProvidenceRead lines bunches both ways (across and down)
The ice cream flavors mixed up in ABC order | My brother uses his tongue as a stick | or separate paint by tastebuds | nouvellecuisine | or licking Jackson Pollack |
I press my tongue alphabetically | licking twice, licking thrice | in order to distinguish the proper sequence | one must implement the ingredients with caution and sadness | sending letters to words |
There are 26 stories in my building | the elevator stalled on the 2nd or 3rd floor | of the monotonous music of thinking and eating | heaven and earth in the proper proportions | the Czechs and balances in the mail |
Chickadees are "C"; they fly past my window | this is above an aerial hutch | and above I was nursing with Rita | the measure of the act was in its balance | received and repealed in the same afternoon |
"I saw you from my window but you were equipped with windows" | I crouched at the first level, but stayed level | the sun kept my first promise; here's another | the first act has been repeated. the first act has been repeated. | now the receipt |
I saw the end of v.e.r.b.a.t.i.m. staring me in the eye | breath running out of the room | so shut me up; | you will get nowhere pull the plug | call me forth with this play on time, John Hammerboy! |