Universel reportage

I'll be had a disparity
of rubicund improprieties,
please, and diverse questionable
squabble of inviting thickets,
if it won't bother and don't
you mind.– And wouldn't you
have to like a scoop of holiday
dudgeon or handful with pout
explosion along that? – No
thanks, but might you will pass
on me the prurient vessels?
I'll be taken with two of those,
thanks. – That'll be six
intolerable burdens, please.
I am surely wish to had
a fine day on you, sir.
– And one on yours, too.



Oh Toes!

Oh dainty ten and ten times
innocent bystood on top
of by a pressing business-
man, oh stub! Oh jostle victims!

How swell and throb
would my protuberances milled
about the fat and chewy mob
of too much gone home piggies

all at once! Ow, oh wailed on
gnashing at the feet, the bit!
(it's the pits – the Pit?

My tendered tips would rather
stayed at home than gone
to market and be stood on.)

– in a subway, NYC. Rush hour.
   

                         

                         for Aaron Belz
 

Two for Mother Goose
I

Puppydog bees
and birds with trees,
flowers, knees and noses,
sugar nice bones and
hurt me stones,
my fair lady.


II

I fall down rain
and rundown clocks
I wind up back in,
blind and struck one
morning mouse,
spider the next.
                 
             
                 for Bill Knott