Joe Wenderoth

 

Watching Television

the hummingbird 
the color of the branch
sits on the branch

I can see his head move

Poetry 

it is sound 

for the lost 

          to move 

so slowly 

Titty-Bar

—(If Only) the gentle bear of time 
could swallow us (whole)
into a kind of cartoon silence

(a kind of crude and inadequate tourniquet 

         

          for the mind)—

 

 

Joe Wenderoth was cut out of porous rock in the rain while electricity surged. The result was incredible—what wonderful eyes! Then things slowly but surely got worse.

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