From #731 the introductory poem to my series of Poem poems:
. His Origin
. He was just fragmentary echoings
. of Stevens, Roethke, Hughes
. some misslept vagrant thought one day set racketing
. through Crazy Jane’s untrellised ardors,
. shedding feathers and farting
. as he faltered into words princed
. eventually, with occasional fingers,
. genitals, and voice struggling always
. to light up
. with silence.