"Story of Learning."
After I learned the language, I learned it well, then
went down to the lake.
I said, hey, pond, you got rabbit congress.
How about which go 17 something something?
Pond said, man the language is not like that.
You'd better learn.
So I learned.
I learned and learned, then said to old man
killer whale, nice for this mine.
Your thermos mine.
Your brown interval mine.
Your Viggo Mortensen.
Killer whale said, not far enough yet, son.
But if you study, your own reward
will be that you studied.
Shivering and shaking, I studied and learned.
I learned hand, and by hand, and hand stealing,
and victim-focused learning.
Then I met wall of dogs.
Wall said, you look like another dog for me.
I said, yes.
Cylinder and me talking like night fighting.
And yes or same project makes blame.
The astrolabe Wicca, not chancy chancy.
All these marriages end in more desire.
Wall of dogs spoke and said, only that last bit
showed some learning.
So I made the walking wall my right-side master, learned
something else on my left.
And in my front, I wished for a gymnastics container.
I said, I've learned.
This old language is mine and easy now.
I have it for naming and knowing and learning.
Then hey pond old killer whale man and dog wall said ho ho
pong consonant boy.
Look at you, hand clapping for bottles and vowels and cans.