Furvert Love PoemBrian Laidlaw
of the hebrides & shebrides & the hybrids the pizzly or grizzlar bear in the northern territories is a roan not of red or black & white but of two deadlies all kinds of craps in its maw, organic & in, a canon of fishes & loaves. it saw your using the crosshatch thatch of the picnic blank, it herds a zydeco rise from yachts in the breakwater. even its unspoken tones intone in a pidgin. the offsprings fertile at least as fertile as tundra is, blinking codes a coda of accords or bargains on barges driven home with tongues in private property, snowblind, in a stadiums worth of barren brightness: it would take one forever or two forevers to interweave our carrion like that, a great shifting of camps in the camplight. you’d get myopic & probably promptly boned & grow to bury reminders of these unwanted workplace encounters at the loom, mean- while the two deadlies made a braid of a hebride & a shebride sensually hempen & unafraid of picking one another up with braces & claws in a crawlspace like strangers, in a bar bargaining: here is an acre of checkerclotch where the grossest from afar & the grossest from anear brew anew bruin, not barren & in return i just wonder whether the pizzly or grizzlar were conceived on a nice float or a floe or pounded out on the clay of a commonplace with clover & whether, come from two of the four corners to copulate, they found a pallet & a photographer there.
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