Poem: "Lament for the Mind"
Lament for the Mind saw my face in a pond/with a hundred-year-old carp Shirley Kaufman, “Unhinged” In a light waning and warp, saw my face in a pond with a hundred-year-old carp. A camel under a tarp talked Spinoza to my hand in a light waning and warp. Across from the scarp, saw my shank in a frond with a hundred-year-old carp. Interrupting the harp whined a cricket band in a light waning and warp. Lucerne cold but not sharp. Saw my breast in a second with a hundred-year-old carp. Crying like a baby, burps keep-home cat who’s found, in a light waning and warp, with the hundred-year-old carp.