POEM: The Kinkaid Subway by Kenneth Koch
O corpse of March! in my ranch
Automobile subtitles. Ranches reply
Ranches apes to angels,
“Ha ha boxes of apes!” Railings
That lift up to the beautiful city
Apes the tree-bout‘s limitations for
Niceness ankles ankles today
Soon day. O boxed cool breeze! Mex-
Icans! “I love to climb that valley up in hill
To what oh
Peacock slays then cuckoo hat.”
But we met on the open street
If Paris, near the breaking of lemons
Riot. A room. “Bake home,” sang the wry weather;
“Yes” is what the went-title said.
“Good morning,” sang the Swedish substitute, “at last
The title of drinking water is when
The apple of formlessly crying today
Kenneth sunrise.” O about! movement
Ship-easing rags! “I clank,” sheep-
Hooded then fire methods, oh! Arch
Of banking! “Wade in minutes,” she cried —
Ink peroxide-machine May love you
Doughnut, the Kinkaid Subway,
“Goodbye, goodbye.” Music. And then snow.
Oh sing! “His shore finally sees
The angry radiator —- back lots ink famous!”