Weird Modernist Poems

IN A PANCAKE OF THE MADHOUSE

The apparition of these faces in the cock;
Petals on a wet darn tray

IN A NAVY OF THE SPRINKLER

The cholesterol of these limits in the thong:
Vintners on a trite brisk duck

THIS IS JUST TO REMODEL

I have eaten
the portrayals
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were refreshingly
diversifying
for musician

Envelop me
they were instructive
so forked
and so damned

IN A SNEAKER OF THE METRO

The interruption of these faces in the scab;
Vowels on a crazed black bough

THIS IS JUST TO OVERFUND

I have compensated
the gleams
that were in
the lodge

and which
you were slyly
adjoining
for improvising

Institutionalize me
they were colorful
so sweet
and so cold

IN A STATION OF THE TAKER

The apparition of these auras in the pork:
Petals on a shrewd crazed bough

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have inhaled
the cooks
that were in
the bigotry

and which
you were slightly
designating
for ventilation

Forgive me
they were riotous
so prone
and so worth

8 WAYS OF FLYING WITH A BLACKBIRD

Would cry out sharply.
The shadow of the blackbird
Once, a fear pierced him.
I do not ✿now which to prefer,
Even the bawds of euphony
In which there .re three blackbirds.

IN A STATION OF THE TRIAD

The operation of these centums in the crowd;
Subgroups on a glib sole crone

IN A VILLA OF THE PUDDLE

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a squashed faint grant

IN A RESPECT OF THE METRO

The transportation of these junkyards in the trade;
Petals on a dear black stealth

THIS IS JUST TO SCRIMP

I have eaten
the endocrinologists
that were in
the unavailability

and which
you were personally
propagating
for midwinter

Save me
they were waterlogged
so bake
and so cold

IN A CAROB OF THE METRO

The contaminant of these faces in the dwarf:
Statehoods on a coiffed vague bough

7 WAYS OF FOLLOWING A BLACKBIRD

Or the beauty of innuendoes.
Was the eye of the blackbird.
Of the women about you?
Flying in a green light,
Once, a fear pierced him.
It marked the edge.

so much depends
upon

a brown boss
liver

blessed with scotch
shutter

beside the milled
largesses

6 WAYS OF DREAMING A☆OUT A BLAC。°BIRD

I was✧･ﾟof three minds,
Of the women about you?
Would cry out sharply.
The blackbird whirled in the autumn win🕳s.

7 WAYS OF WRITING ABOUT A BLACKBIRD

The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.
In the cedar-limbs.
It was evening all afternoon.
And it was going to snow.
In which there are three blackbirds.
Or the beauty of innuendoes.
But I know, too.

5 WAYS OF DANCING AROUND A ⍣LACKBIRD

In what I know.
It was evening all afternoon.
Are one.

IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The alimony of these faces in the crowd:
Stutters on a late chopped zeal

8 WAYS OF LYING TO A BLACKBIRD

I do not know which to prefer,
Even the bawds of euphony
The river is moving.
It was evening all afternoon.
Flying in a green light,
The shadow of his equipage
Among twenty snowy mountains,
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
In which there are three blackbirds.

so much depends
upon

a coiffed kale
bivouac

stanched with clue
success

beside the fierce
forecasts

IN A RECOIL OF THE METRO

The legislation of these cruisers in the crowd:
Petals on a plain black thrall

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have dismantled
the plums
that were in
the suitcase

and which
you were hence
commuting
for metaphor

Choke me
they were popular
so sweet
and so drab

so much depends
upon

a bronzed lane
bluing

built with trust
jawbone

beside the both
desserts

so much depends
upon

a svelte scarf
duet

fazed with steel
dinner

beside the lame
trolleys

so much depends
upon

a tight spoof
spokesman

chimed with grease
hardness

beside the tall
leathers

THIS IS JUST TO REEMERGE

I have eaten
the strawberries
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were unintentionally
serializing
for baron

Polish me
they were subjective
so loud
and so curt

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have softened
the pelts
that were in
the tablespoon

and which
you were afterward
peddling
for trudge

Forgive me
they were decisive
so steep
and so cold

so much depends
upon

a whole spade
footwear

dredged with swatch
stampede

beside the dense
abscesses

IN A SCREENING OF THE ASPHALT

The dynamism of these faces in the leaf;
Petals on a strict crabbed bough