A little broke and all
weary I sought at the ecstasy in the heart of everything
like Neruda who could find majesty in a pair of socks
Neruda, all flat hat, immoderate jowl
And ponderous schnozz
Saw in himself a puma hungering for love
Don’t I too see magnificent forests in the legs of dining-room tables
the tremulous vein of graphite at the pencil's heart dreaming of vast gorges
in the electric chandelier outrageous rainbows and dire hearts of sleepless manufacturers
in a passing poodle’s eyes the wolf’s first shock at its own ferocity
window-glass child of lightning smooth sister of ice
At your feet illicit Pablo of Valparaiso
all my words are fruited boughs pecked empty by birds
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