Thursday, October 20, 2016

dada + poetry = ?


Morphine

We might have coupled
in the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment
Or broken flesh with one another
At the profane communion table
Where wine is spill't on promiscuous lips
We might have given birth to a butterfly
With the daily-news
Printed in blood on its wings

Mina Loy, (1882-1966)