Here Came Cummings
here came cummings at thirteen
an iconoclast when ikons (in a
russian sense) for me only
could stimulate edward estlin with his
speakeasy disdain at a time when
cash and cosby still swayed liberated
my captive sensibility but wait
there
was
more…
williams with his wheel barrow
red rain and white chickens
so much depended on joyces
confabulation of language modern
once along with living by
green stein and anderson and
papa plain faulkner southern
strange pounds petals recall
basho dragonfly cuckoo cicada
in
no
time
symmetry matters
© 2014 by Michael Jones
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