David Hickman

Merz Picture 32-A /
Kurt Schwitters


“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.