Sep 142011
 
Far from meaningless at the seams
A good poetic conceit
Sounds off each tailored inch of its dapper dreams,
The too-neat neatness of its pinched pleats.

Here, at the folded edge, a possible prow,
Self-reflexive style and raw wave hiss,
Touching without changing their inner hows
In extended chemic kiss.

Part and part with sigh depart
To unpoliced provinces of woe and wait;
Crawling dawn defines two solitary hearts
Alone as egos, as isolate.

Their bawdy bodies switch embarrassments
Ere noon has come to pin their shadows
Under them; each witched wight
Sauces lunch "to-go" with appetite.


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