Poem With A Canary

This poem, a collaboration with Maureen Seaton, was first published in the online journal coconutpoetry.org. We used several techniques, such as exquisite corpse. Plus we invented our own writing games.

Neil de la Flor & Maureen Seaton

Poem with a Canary

Myths begin with a monk destroying slugs in the garden. Underfoot now, they are like footprints of the Holy Spirit. Parrot, parakeet, lesbians sans s.

The H.S. is a replica of
a spiney remnant of
a cross-eyed optic of

Simply, whatever is flying around and is so small it is never seen ever but you feel something on the back of your head and bat it—

whap!

as if the laptop were a hummer
as if the icons were idols

Where do slugs begin?
And why do they call slugs slugs?
Why, oh why, do they call monks monks?