Poet as dialogue
as one whose speech has barbs of will
in each spate of
wordventure the spite of an inturned
wall of verbiage
this talking being oneself as honest
as ten simplenesses
—
As underscream
which seething word did my voiced
underscream reach for? was it
the curve or its sheath? I conjectured
both and which pith shone in
with diamond ball? was it the
curl or its sieve? I conjectured
abysmally even even as the torn
pages remembered, reached, perjured
upon the lay of a seceded guile, a
wrapped up clutch of deliberatia