Professional Criers Inc. what a lumbering mourner I am what a laughingstock in black chiffon thought my melodies would hoist their bloomy sails what a lead balloon a lament starts in the back of the throat a lumped sylvan animal sleeping in the hollow it has made I am to marvelously cry you cry out the salt-wild marl of myself the pamphlets say the Lord will portion out no more pain than one can handle in a lifetime give me your hand & we'll unbury the near-weightless, diaphanous-beautiful things: pollen landing on a paper napkin hindwings of a halfdrowned insect like veined oars gleaming in the amber ale sometimes a wild a wild pity sometimes a wilder pity rings in me
Professional Criers Inc.
Ebeid, Carolina
Professional Criers Inc.
what a lumbering
mourner
I am what a laughingstock
in black chiffon thought
my melodies
would hoist their bloomy
sails what a lead balloon
a lament starts
in the back
of the throat a lumped
sylvan animal sleeping
in the hollow it has made
I am to marvelously cry you
cry out the salt-wild marl
of myself the pamphlets
say the Lord will
portion out no more pain
than one can handle
in a lifetime
give me your hand
& we'll unbury the near-weightless,
diaphanous-beautiful
things: pollen landing
on a paper
napkin hindwings of a
halfdrowned
insect like veined oars
gleaming in the amber
ale sometimes a wild
a wild pity sometimes
a wilder pity rings in me