Showing posts with label loose ends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loose ends. Show all posts

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Thick Skein


Have it together?---Hah! What poet does?
Fight this way, blistered paws
                                        limping along by prosthetic ego
battered by submissions...
I could go all day,
with myself
                     uncooperative, self-ish sot
              & yet I say I simply need more

time (alone) to not distract myself; (space) place to dwell, to go to
deeper than time (allows)-and vow to get itthe first Time
...All...withdrawn
Well...further from form-to gather to-gether
                                                              the 
                      scattered                   thoughts

I strew all about, coins and alms, the book of changes,
I knew no doubt
                         and yet could never finish (the plate, the bread,
butter, indulgence, opulence and chance)
                                                        what I never began officially,
a la carte (blanche)
Poetically, I prose with white 
which shows where will weakens voice
I'd have to pick up the line 
                                       later where I left it 
                                 loose and 
                                                      too long,
unraveling
at the slightest pull.

How it is all made 
Full 
                           of nothing (itself) is something to undo
(& make it knew) reuse and refuse to cycle

So it is sown into the soul
                                     bereft I be
seeking sustenance in vowels,
lighter than care and ever aware 
This is All...  


Painting By Samuel Lovett Waldo, The Independent Beggar (1783-1861) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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