Wednesday, May 02, 2007

cdxlv

Trying to get it all out.  It’s not
poetry anymore but a trashcan full of
7-Up, Wild Grape, Double-Shot, and
more Wild Grape.  Rubens & Brueghel.
“In the past I have declined to comment
on my own work because, it seems to me,
a poem is what it is...”  Schuyler so
much better than this latté.  My back to the
brick wall and nothing else but a face with
what from this distance looks like a
glass of milk.  It is 8:41 (a glacier,
a bulldozed landscape, a golf course,
a mound of dirt, bluffs, and a crag)—
I’m centered.  With his hand down my pants.