Overflow
Treading on thin lines
Like a marginal ropewalker
A lively rosalia
Imitates the chains of population
And a farandola
Is forced to associate
With septuplets.
Grapes and fapes
And berries and cherries
Are often used in wine
While the stronger stuff
Will bear no fruit
But would rather
Base its structure on grain.
A foundation falters when
The edifice
Is too
Tall
And that is why there are
building codes
And yet laws may be broken
And in such disasters
Man's fate will tumble like a
hippopotamus on
ice.
— Zumwalt (1973)
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that piece totally overflowed my brain. didn’t have a clue as to what was going on but i’m never sure if that is such a bad thing. in the end i detached with a vision of a drunk, hippopotamus starring in some tightrope act somewhere in france. i like poems that trap you with harsh pronunciation. they leave you scrounging around for some meaning. and i usually cant find it. when i write like this i find it hard to find any meaning myself.
anyway, keep up the poetics. you’re good.
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seasidenoel,
Thanks for the comments!
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