Gilt
In the hurryup
run fast
before you get
too wet last
vibration
of summer’s winged
calls and relentless
advance of rain
and its reminders
of fall
the storm
that twisted the
leaf and bloom
stripped illusions
leaving me but
a naked branch
upon which to
hang a spring
notion,
There,
I saw you in
the gold of
afterlight
and graced you
with the shelterless
gaze of my eyes
casting a halo of
forgiveness that
was as thin
as I could beat it
but burnished
your memory
nonetheless
Communicable
we wrote enthusiastically
of our detachment
in cafés, shrugging
off the exhilaration
of our ennui
and connecting
associations of negligible
nutritive value considering
that nibbling isn’t
the sine qua non
of alimentation.
Tho the process of making
lines and assignations
seemed more than momentary
but less than antediluvian,
we were simplified and
satisfied with the location
and the certainty of minor
equations, in balance
post hoc ergo propter hoc
subsequent to the satiety of
antinomian certainty and
purpose granted
to autonomic
functions , we dispatched
there in accidental
fatalism what we drew upon
the table and served
each of us to the design.
of exquisite corpses
produced by our
chance arrangement
and caught out at the
moment of art,
that coincided beyond
the casual sorting
that makes everything
meaningful
in spite of itself.
like genius is contagious
but not virulent.
you walked away,
and I thought,
I know you,
I know,
I
and found in that
something
but nothing
to fear.