Monogram

For Bernadette Mayer Just one more vintage movie, Batwings tonight at the Bal Masqué — Another creature stuffed By distinguished pedigree. I get a lot of madcap ideas about sentience, How knowing has you put down in the book Forbidden speech recognition — Else why make such a face? And now it’s luck no longer mouth that moves When fastidious rummage whispers To divulge a surplus A clue if not the key. Prospect my question laps up for good — I lean to it. Knowing you, First-person dwindle. Tweet-tweet. Prick.