Welcome. Some poems now have audio clips (thanks to Mr WB poet-tech master). See blog archive for those that do. Happy listening.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Flesh Made Words / Words Made Flesh


could I take the Sylvia Plath path? / that audacious astonishment at the world and its demanding hand / stands taken and re-taken to no avail / able end always able to end unstable rounds with the bends / the prize a surprise / zing new center of gravitas / an arresting architecture of sounds escaping / their earth-bound sense / the future a nonsense tense with waiting for it / to explain itself / to explicate itself from a world turned fully inside / out with the air breathing only in language / a bloodless vitality / a priori knowledge of the exquisite end now available for posterity / a posteriori observation a priority only for pragmatists and possibly dramatists but not for the hissy-fits of poetic illusionists / now you see me now you can’t / tie my fists up all you want / I will find a way to crawl back into the sway of these flesh eating words / could my I be so eaten by its own words? / I am all envy and relief / when I toss my little songs into the air around the ever altering Pacific / that wrongly named ocean

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