AESTHETIC THEORY

Contrive a poem out of ears.


Tell it


so that its petals unchocolate


like a brain in ajar.


Wax walnut, melting with thought.


Make it a poem almost


lewdly knowledgable


and make its knowledge


ooze, syrup from the punched trunk.


Make it snake up to the molecule whorey


and put its mouth


atomic against the mouth of its core.


Pull on its stem


to expose its foetus. Make it


have children with sleek ginger jaws,


make the dogs moan when it passes,


let it out of its jar,


make it lie with our corpse, our chaos.


Make it hungry, evil, enemy of Death.


Put it on paper. Read it. Make surgery


its sigh, and of such sting


the scorpions call it Jehovah & Who.


Make it now before you crap out.


Contrive it, sperm it, stroke it,


make it efficient, make it fit,


make it more poem than Poem can survive.

Stan Rice, Some Lamb 1975

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