UNTITLED #237
In April ve vent to
the Auberwasser for to peepee,
it being the coolest month
to peepee
unto und stream.
Cousin Wilhelm, the Bold,
tried to get me to disrobe
underneath the blankets and
old rug we were bundled in
on a sleigh that took us
through some (ergo sum?)
strange woods where und hoarse
horse-hearse mit und silent rider
were contemplating
the silent fluff of snow
and perhaps the totality
of reality and of human existence
or its opposite.
This cold woodsy scene
and Willi's cold probing hand
made me realize
the utter futility of flowers!