Tigerman Renku

A magnetic poetry experiment

1

tigerman – you would / have me dwell in the prison / of your yellow beard

yours is a tobacco stained / primitive philosophy


2

tigerman – you melt / the snow on that thick mustache / and make me eat it

when all is said and done – i like / how you wield your neat whiskers


3

tigerman – i walk / the hard roads of your city / in the oily night

and still you are my only / shop – my only apartment


4

tigerman – lord of / the snows – harvester of rust / benighted howler

your smoke blacks out the sun as / i fall into the glass sea

5

tigerman – lay down / your red axe – make camp deep in / the cold pine forest

peel off my skin – oil the meat / and season me with your spice


6

tigerman – i want / to cut your hair – but you are / too pleased with your tail

to keep from tearing up at / your strong sexual odor


7

tigerman asleep / at my door – when your snoring / keeps me up all night

i press my face to your black / boots and melt into a dream


8

tigerman dressed all / in plaid – the winter wind is / a hard silent shell

around us – but then you stop / to piss and the old ice melts


9

tigerman – i must / be an idiot to ride / the metro with you

you have snow in your eyes and / would see me climb beneath it


10

tigerman – maker / of fires – hard faced food keeper / moon beard – hairy dog

your musty smell leads me to / the quiet fields inside you


11

inside the dogman / the tigerman winds like the / road leading away

from home – the night is deep and / a hot yellow moon must come


12

inside the fishman / the tigerman freezes the / black sea with a roar

and the shards of ice cut a / doorway to his upper shore


13

inside the bearman / the tigerman climbs his / ladder / to the top of

the pine forest – sunlight – wind / rain – lumber is all he wants


14

inside the deerman / the tigerman springs out of / the grass soaking wet

his dew is thick – and from the / drops rise strong autumnal weeds


15

inside the eelman / the tigerman lights his pipe / with birch leaves – thunder

peals like the passing metro / and who then can hear the fire