Thursday, October 25, 2007

dlxviii

I can’t stop moving in anticipation of
the bridge is gorged in her crossing
with the depth of intelligence
gleaned at 40.

Poetry I love you primarily
in Kubrick’s meaning
(cryptic and obscure) and
in deer dangling.

Further reconcile all complexity.
Secure in knowing the tricks
of the trade. Nailbite
egregious pretense
fasting.