I’ve been wanting to write about the birds for weeks. We have character birds in the neighborhood. They are my confidants. But alas, the poem has not unwound itself from the glue-sticky of fresh wordness. So, I am posting a retro poem.
If you can call the early 90’s retro.
I was flipping through an old poetry chapbook I printed 16 years ago and found this funny little piece.
The idea of the poem was to write 3 stanzas using all the the same words, but in a different order each time. I notice that I stayed with the same 4 commas, semi-colon and tab space, too.
But I did take one small liberty. Can anyone spot it? It’s not as hard as you might think. If you do, I will mail this chapbook to you. It feels like freshman Danika Dinsmore poetry, but at the same time, I am surprised at my own young poet mind.
the day is you, is meat
not feet, you are up my what: hunger
take a poem offering, a blood poem,
because it’s what keeps my appetite
at your parade this is a love been
so full of moves you are always
my appetite keeps because it’s blood
at your feet this parade moves up
a poem that is love, not
a full table you are offering, it’s
always you what my hunger is, you
are of a poem meat, so take
what the day is: been
this is not a love poem, it’s a
blood poem because that moves,
my offering is what it’s always
been: appetite you are
so full you take up the day,
you are a parade of meat
is what keeps, hunger
my feet at your table