Ode to the disintegration of things
Dedicated to Jack Spicer and William Carlos Williams
Years ago …
You wheel and the wheelbarrow rolls
You roll it over a nail
and poof the tire goes flat
You roll it on bumpety-bump
You take it to the shed
and make it put on
a disappearing act
Now …
You make your way in through cobwebs
There it is in all its rusty red splendor
The chickens used to cackle
when you walked through them
on the way to the shed
to get the wheelbarrow out
Now the chickens are gone
and there’s no-one to cackle
In fact there’s no such shed
And you yourself, according to Kant,
Are a mere figment of your imagination
Nettles titter in the breeze
– Johannes Beilharz (© 2012)
Instigated by a Jack Spicer poem of the same title I happened to read today, which itself is a takeoff of William Carlos Williams.
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