Why is it that some words
can make me
uniquely not
feel their meaning?

‘Nonesuch.’ It sounds as Narcissus,
while withering his last beauty,
looking out onto
a dried out river bed

of a father and his nymph passed on
A bed that is echoing back
forward-thrown dumped waste
from all such passerby’s: sanitation

A bed not for sleeping but
for wasting away;
nonesuch place to hold
one’s head high

‘Salivation,’ on the other hand,
smoothly
runs off the tongue
onto the paw

It does not make me
anticipate any thing
but no food
for thought.

Does salivating have meaning
for nonesuch dog
smelling,
the roses : salvation

lifting a leg
to the head-hanging
white and yellow
flower: salvation

reminding some
of Zappa and Huskies
pulling one’s leg
into a shade of nefariousness

Relating there then
‘Gregarious,” sounds
dangerously lurking,
unraveling the social fabric,

Readying the claws
to whisk
into the snow-bright
yellow light

capturing pray:
that presumptuous
once-littering
pedestrian: deliverance

a ‘scrumptious’ meal
of meaning
eaten away: ‘manducation,’
is not a man’s learning feast vacation

in pleasure and yet
sounding
unsoundly
distasteful,

preferably exited
rather
than ingested
undigested rather than indigested

So too is ‘but’
not as ‘and yet’
and yet it is somewhat
euphemistically so.

Why is it
that some words non-orderly
do not feel
their meaning?

—animasuri’22