DRUNK MODERNISM

SO MUCH DEPENDS
UPON
A RED WHEEL
BARROW
GLAZED WITH RAIN
WATER
BESIDE THE WHITE
CHICKENS

***

I HAVE EATEN
THE PLUMS
THAT WERE IN
THE ICEBOX

AND WHICH
YOU WERE PROBABLY
SAVING
FOR BREAKFAST

FORGIVE ME
THEY WERE DELICIOUS
SO SWEET
AND SO COLD

***

WHIRL UP, SEA
WHIRL YOUR POINTED PINES
SPLASH YOUR GREAT PINES
ON OUR ROCKS
HURL YOUR GREEN OVER US
COVER US WITH YOUR POOLS OF FIR

***

I WISH THAT I HAD SPOKEN ONLY OF IT ALL

[modern drunks]