jonah meyerOct 23, 20181 min read'ode to the monograph' (by Sam Hennessee)ours were made of wire & mesh, ofbunches of leaves, pressed for thickness & bound together w/ twig, ours, theytell tales as deep as windsaucy as nightsleepwalking poems –- scattering vowels &metaphor allthewayto mo[u]rning.we waltz-prance across the parking lot @World Class Used Autos, where therewere no cars (used or otherwise (world-class or otherwise …we foxtrot on our fingertips, handsbeneath our schvitzy buttocks: see the waythe just-before-dusk sunlight drawsus: little pigeons plucking concrete, hunchbacked creatures smashing against our own sleepy shadows. into / out ofanything.anywhere anyhow anywho ?Furthermore, the music of thewind-tickled trees outside ourwindow-to-the-world = one-part whistle one-part hissing trombone & a pinch of mint choc.chip . { nosong is set in stone.nor, not shining bright.
ours were made of wire & mesh, ofbunches of leaves, pressed for thickness & bound together w/ twig, ours, theytell tales as deep as windsaucy as nightsleepwalking poems –- scattering vowels &metaphor allthewayto mo[u]rning.we waltz-prance across the parking lot @World Class Used Autos, where therewere no cars (used or otherwise (world-class or otherwise …we foxtrot on our fingertips, handsbeneath our schvitzy buttocks: see the waythe just-before-dusk sunlight drawsus: little pigeons plucking concrete, hunchbacked creatures smashing against our own sleepy shadows. into / out ofanything.anywhere anyhow anywho ?Furthermore, the music of thewind-tickled trees outside ourwindow-to-the-world = one-part whistle one-part hissing trombone & a pinch of mint choc.chip . { nosong is set in stone.nor, not shining bright.