He was pregnant with youth
Creating a thickening tissue of past
Out of scant fractions of life
There are two incompatible versions of a body
One views him as a handy measure
To the other he is the inescapable function
Something has to sound like a lot of noise
Arms flailing purposefully in dance
A familiar recital like tied with string
Like people speaking into the wrong mouth
Tonguing the wrong sentences and why
Saturday, March 7, 2009
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