Why did the world begin to turn on axles
of hendecasyllables? A beat off each
side. Everyone | every instance on one side
or another | literature— get your terms out |
pass back n’ forth | critic. To keep me warm | in
winter’s belly | i picture root vegetables.
The word | not a plurality | just one | rests
on the tip of my tongue—a caterpillar
dawdling at the rim of a leaf | y’know that
irritation?— a word like eczema: itching
improves the irritation’s longevity.
The sun | climbs in the soil like a man into
a monkey suit. To say every word in the
dictionary at the same time means nothing |
it doesn’t make a single word to best all
words— more | a moan of agon besting all form.
Words pinch the gaps between themselves—soil by sun |
critic by term | root by soil | caterpillar
by chlorophyll | word by word & you by me
: the blind led by the blind led by the word led
by sentence after sentence strung by the law
of grammar’s | motive like the need to make lunch.