The poetry in Peanowicz is not poetry,
that is said. It is learned, it is spurned.
It is inserted. That is it’s read. The poetry
in Peanowicz did not begin, a non-
occurring ointment not to be reversed.
It was. It is. Even as, it is rehearsed.
The poetry in Peanowicz pursues a reason
as if air. A logic’s din, a logic’s dark,
reserving the force of a mono-lingual care.
Are they sound names, they, which each
Peanowiczer poet receives? Parallel,
found. Variable, bound—
Peanowiczer poet, he believes.
The poetry in Peanowicz rescinds a
conceptual farce, WELL?
A contusion in confusion, in letters
faced with betters, Peanowiczer poetry
pops conjoined to a fever’s ready phrase.
The poetry in Peanowicz has no asking
point to quell—
The poetry in Peanowicz is not poetry.
That’s a yell.
The twenty three twi-night years
were a piece with me,
the three seven or so cry-life years
I sat with for several friends,
and any reframed by godly doubt
I sat on sleeping, for all but a wooden
hour where it bled down to the intensive
grass, chewed at limit and listens when:
I was the wretched whiteness
espying the baptismal white dove
I was the wisp flying black on
water as your brown wrist stood firm
I was the tempting color brand just a
shade of external city ways
I was the breed green-of-leaf covering
clung to beatle knit love
I was the clean perfidious river
emaciated in hazy staying lips
I was the coronet shape hatched flat
blowing glass returns from sand
(Now you would not think)
I was the Minnesota feline sound
between an experience
and its expression, the
pink dark tonsil replicates
after a hardening poem
scaffolding, tatters of
aphorism, off-plastic cement
presume gold wrung, up-
raided, appraised, woven
evil tongue to an evil eye
Fauvist read! esconced in a
kennel of statement, once
of simultaneity by abeyance
Loss verbalizing amidst Gar-
gantuas, and arid plateaus,
the Egyptian coda; witticism
smoked upon blue tenement
cedes a censured pod for
cackling falsity mourned
“call it rest, call
it flight, name it freight
(I name it night)”
and Yes, our Yankees win