A Whole Other Thing

experimental sentence poem

the Cayapo depict Sun as the successful hunter,

and Moon begging for venison.

    we talked the nights away in Chinese restaurants

          and Lavinia and I still do.

    "It is just a whole other thing," she says,

          when in a thoughtful mood-

     "Like garbage," she says, when not.

 

We are slices of knobby-kneed mother tongues.

      We are aliens harping upon the erosive sea of Faith.

Scenarios are widely used by military planners

         and the intelligence community.

What if the Pheonix has no coat?

               End Tape OZK001.

 

in every corner of the world, we are at risk

of losing real-life Brown Bar-ba-loots.

             I dreamt we were twins of the same psychosis.

Hitler, whatever his oratorical gifts, was not

a good enough politician.

 

How does envy appear to Cinderella, the envied one?

No one really leaves the Bayou.

 

I have Willie's skull films hanging on the dryers.

           Melted, they were worth a nickel.

Bob, plugged in and wearing black leather,

         plays rock n' roll again.

Most of us, after all, march into the future

               looking backward.

 

If he was masquerading,

who was he supposed to be this time?

       Happily, we just look on.

The brake was released and the car lurched

forward.

Sexually, no one knows what happened.

          Again, we are not surprised to find the head

                   conceived of as the seat of life

                   and the use of hair as a charm.