Daye 30 / B.M.E.

Daye 29 / Mmmm, The Moon Meadows Of Flowery Fields

Daye 27 / The Birds Of Tin

the birds of tin
we cannot eat
we play with them
they cost us nothing
the birds of tin
municipal
they fly
they float
they wave to us
from far away
they come to rest
perfectly flat medals of innumerable sizes
on the surface of the sea
some are enormously large
some are six feet high
some you can hold
some you can put in your mouth
some slip through your fingers
and there are microscopic tiny birds
in vain we speak to them
in vain we call to them
or entreat them to open their wings
they are affixed to walls
pinned to the sky
attached by screws
tied by chains
the birds of tin
are dead
~ Charles Madge

Daye 26 / The Dome Chapel

Daye 25 / Lark Hill

Daye 24 / The Emperor Of Ice-Cream

call the roller of big cigars
the muscular one
and bid him whip
in kitchen cups concupiscent curds
let the wenches dawdle in such dress
as they are used to wear
and let the boys
bring flowers in last month's newspapers
let be be finale of seem
the only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream

take from the dresser of deal
lacking the three glass knobs
that sheet on which she embroidered fantails once
and spread it so as to cover her face
if her horny feet protrude
they come to show how cold she is
and dumb
let the lamp affix its beam
the only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream
~ Wallace Stevens

Daye 23 / Revisionism Terrorism