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.