<< Subj: Re: A little cadenza ; and KK; and his strictures on Oulipo
Date: 1/12/03 11:17:42 AM Eastern Standard Time
The oldest poet:
Kenneth jumped in with racquet:
Sound of new poems!
Kenneth in Cambridge:
"Even five minutes of sleep
Makes me happier!"
The old dead poet
Would come to me in my dreams
Vado retro, Ken!
When he played ping pong
The massive poet lunged so
I wanted to lose!
He said: No poem
Can use the word genitals
Three times! Genitals!
But he wrote himself
A poem with genitals
Three times! Genitals!
He and Frank O sang:
We kill a young poet each
Year -- Staying on Top!
When I bought flowers
For the old dead poet "they"
Said, We won't charge you!
That local florist
Loved the old poet so much
The flowers were free!
The old dead poet
Loved the rules of haiku, but
Loved making new rules!
But he said don't be
Like lovers who fix the bed
And forget to fuck! DS, 1 / 12 / 03
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Silver Venus
When a new planet
swam into his ken, our Ken
made us look at it.
You called it the moon.
I saw silver Venus. We
bid adieu to Mars.
Now alone again,
fatherless as before, let's
honor him and mourn.
Old poets and young
go unprotected in sun
hatless in wind, and
the snow as before,
flakes of white, hair of yellow,
hers, in yellow light. [DL, 1 / 12 / 03]
