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 (1974)
Comments on: "Overflow" (2)
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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