Saturday, August 19, 2017

Magazine to feed for (notes on birdsong)

Equal to what she said
will you not (asterisk) my

Will you not

Nesting is not this
not this LP
fourteen songs

After words scarcely
a whisper
closer to synapse

Three fingerlings
one of which
swallows Titlark

I had some chuckles
young Linnet
certain strips not cheesecloth

Not sparrow or Goldfinch
no two eyed monster
no accidental fledge

A mute fortnight
for margins
for allegiance in rapture

Dear Lincolnshire
dear Goatherd
go eat along median

Strip all vegetation
absent judgment
no tears no justice

No cage in which I shalt
mistake the letter
To jerk that pole

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