Minuteman Revisited

The relentlessness of steam is unremitting.
And I have seen wild uncouth salarymen,
Spreadeagled on the floor.

Intonational dances.

Like speedwinged nightingales,

Or like a mottled pattern,

burning,
burning,

And hottentots crash too.


The tallness of hippopotami is pretentious.
But I have looked over the hill,
And seen divine gamesplayers standing meditatively.

Chromatic manuscript.

Tonguetripletied like butterflies,

or like too many pillarboxes

turning,
turning,

Or crashing magniloquently.