Aug 252011
 

Unread books
pile up like showdown shadows at noon.
Arrogant words
I cannot take back, take over,
gather to a knot, and drop the sack.

I hike from ignorance
to ignorance, a mountain-climber
perennially picking the incorrect peak.
Now, old love, tomorrow
some mania

I can't quite manage to squash.
Voices flap like bats
deranging the dark . . . .
Where now are the hard stars
that used to pin me in place?

I've fallen from the constellations
like a high-school poster from the wall,
a browned leaf in the mass--
No longer tethered to the visible,
anonymous at last.


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