Merz Picture 32-A /
“Cherries make me hungry,” the man did not say
obliquely, with resonance of green and grey,
while touring the surface of his glazed construction.
Then he sat down in paint, and laughed alway.
Saying “from this brokenness, let us build. . . . a panorama
reminiscent of things. . . .
A thing with things inside it’s square”
And every laughter was a hidden pane.
A wrapper, a newspaper , the debris of the weather.
A number, a revolver, or was it a word?
. . . .A follicle on the hairline of the most disturbed.