in
the land of invented languages
the singing detective
and
the werewolf
are
making out in japanese
a
haiku
shadowland
the mexican pet
takes
flight
——
floating and leaving no trace
in
the land of invented languages
the singing detective
and
the werewolf
are
making out in japanese
a
haiku
shadowland
the mexican pet
takes
flight
——
why not give everything a title
novels have them, after all
and most songs
sure
some composers’ works are catalogued
by number
obtuse systems of organization
that only a librarian
or a programmer could love
how about these small collections of words
you drive onto the screen
like a shepherd running sheep
why not stamp something at the top
of the page
declare what it is before you make everyone
dive in
and swim through the words
so we know if we’ll be swimming in a lake
or a pool
or a latrine
hold your breath
and jump in, i say