Perched on this metal tripod
silent as an uninspired sibyl

I watch a living body (male,
white, 56) draped in skyblue

After you’ve become a human drum
to let high frequency thrumming
create magnetic pictures of your
brain, you examine the evidence,

Audible — About heart is more colloquial, that not your line!, keep your hearts in line, to say & less done, rave on, to do & more, distinctively all drums

Could Darwin instruct those turtles? Pixilated pin-dick tax
taste—comforting mannikins
atmosphere, he also enjoys an occasional highball: wanna see my

veteran postage and were honorable if yes based on where do you wish along dotted cut post office box or print a campaign badge or service medal 5000-C through July i, 1955 ex-service daughter who died in civil service appointment to use in item 4 your telephone not write in this space number during wartime has not remarried Idaho, Montana, Ponce de Leon Avenue inside the fold here heavy lines at perforations the same number on both answer copy to each erase errors you remove that please Spanish Sex of birth tentative Pitzer, La Sierra, Talladega to expedite our space

Bananas are an example.

Moonlight makes the puddle’s meniscus glisten.

Sounds that came into the world in my lifetime        
already sound old-fangled: dial-up modems,
the implosion of a television tube 

—But who reads that shit? About as true to life as a
   velvet grape.
—I think he judges poetry with his dick. And poets, too.