Dear Cut/Throat,
“My
secret life
has been made up” -WCW
has been made up” -WCW
We forget sometimes
that no matter what
no one knew
or exactly knew
the delicate defeat
could not endure
completely
the lost symmetry
that no matter what
no one knew
or exactly knew
the delicate defeat
could not endure
completely
the lost symmetry
the contents of the poem
like fumes of a burning
automobile
the eyes of a fly
the petty imagery
of clichés
pursuing our mouths
the squirrels and pigeons
defying death in their
shallow suits
the disconsolate tegument
a flayed rose
hunting the poet
like fumes of a burning
automobile
the eyes of a fly
the petty imagery
of clichés
pursuing our mouths
the squirrels and pigeons
defying death in their
shallow suits
the disconsolate tegument
a flayed rose
hunting the poet
and no end
among the woods
and no end
among the words.
among the woods
and no end
among the words.
Perhaps I am less
an artist
than a sonnet buried
under savage snow-
an artist
than a sonnet buried
under savage snow-
What good then
expecting your
warm still arms
startled
before dawn
for practically anyone?
expecting your
warm still arms
startled
before dawn
for practically anyone?
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