damn yam man

he’s the damn yam man—
dire—gets worse by the daze
a comma swiper,

a foothold grifter:
schemes the pearl butterflies
& dark alley lures
weighs the buttercup thesis
against his peppercorn life

he screams of unexpired
roentgen megatons—
names his fireflies by heart

he’s the tuna satsuma—
n.f.t. padre—
he’s the implausible man.

What I’m Reading:

“If you practice writing constantly, you can start to speak in poetry form and so whenever you feel like writing something, all you have to do is immediately write what you’re thinking.”

— Bernadette Mayer / “Bernadette Mayer remembers Memory (1971)” / Artforum