By AVRAM KLINE
thday tadashi was driving thcorolla,
four menonites showed up with signs
that said contemporary opinion re
our use of color is mixed, come try
thmeatloaf & in this anabab booth
ye may unto all preach thgospel & eat
this meatloaf among among among,
& tadashi sat in thbooth & admired
thbonneted waitress who said to him
huldrych never saw a beachball
as ye never saw my buggy, now as
snow ye come to me, court me
in my rummy rummy home & bundle
me in quilt as wick goes & mate with me
& bundle me, & tadashi came upon th
pulpit as pastor elm was carrying on re
standing naked before his captors, saying
i come from elms along the cuyahoga,
areola crinkling onthtongue, let us
irrigate, let us make supple this bullock
& all his flesh with his head & his legs
& his inwards & his dung, & burnhimon
the wood, & horace sitting beside
tadashi sitting beside young men beside
men declared amen yah women yah!
& elm went on re thmountain zebra thplains
zebra quagga quagga, zevra ye wild ass,
he warned, we’ll lose our coats in wildfire!
ye hear for skins rattle? & reba sitting among
young women among women stood & from
her throat came huldrych zwingli did ablute!
tadashi put thjug of rootbeer inthtrunk
Avram Kline lives in Brooklyn and teaches at a public high school in Manhattan. He co-curates Readings at Milk & Roses, a monthly poetry event in Greenpoint.
