Thursday, April 10, 2014

RECIPE FOR GOOD GRAY

Fold the fast 
sharp pinching

piccolo cries—

of a few
dappled gulls from across 

the slate 
lot—of postwinter 

macerated Styrofoam
convenience 

store cup-
dusted concrete—

quickly 
into the hot doughy 
ferment 

of Gregorian 
Chant that should by now currently

be ballooning up 
thick-
ly around your wet April 

bowl 
of a head—and keep

stirring the whole mass 
around vigorously

to the tune of that 
pitch-
white and

wiseacre wind—
'til it all 

starts 
to 
curdle

and 
the 
curdles 

start 
to 
clot—

and don't look
now—but just 

what have you got?

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