they were
enraged by the
accidental touch
each one able to seize upon
the belief
that desire is to
be revered
but they chose not to
and protest remained
cut off from encounter
they courted tradition
and boasted largely
about the
defects of time
4 comments:
Another great poem by you. Does your genius ever end? I think not. :)
Ha! I think it's more sleep deprivation than genius. I write amazingness in the middle of the night on my graveyard shifts!
Jeff, I like the picture of Raymond Carver that you have up on your blog right now. He's one of my favorite writers.
:) Writing poems past midnight -- now that's the best time to write them. Sleep or no sleep :)
Carver -- yes, he was an amazing writer. Died too damn soon. Make sure you see the film Short Cuts.
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