"I am in love with poetry. Every way I turn
this, my weakness, smites me. A glass
of chocolate milk, head of lettuce, dark-
ness of clouds at one o'clock obsess me.
I weep for all of these or laugh."
Ted Berrigan, "Words for Love"
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
"No one worth possessing
Can quite be possessed"
Past false messiahs silently minded
our brief visit of finding breath, life spinning, glorified:
They urged us to be reticent bounded smile shining
assuming the finding-- the waiting Penelopes.
But just simply to see! Unblinded by words,
unravel confined beauty of flowers,
not just smells, hidden secrets-- the patterns.
See Calypso's gift, just your whistle changes tides,
now breasts are not for hiding.
What is more lady-like than Arachne
and her web of divinest strings,
established in her 8-eyed grin,
with just the quality of knowing all
too well of female sin.