There
Are Firsts
if I
drank scotch in real life and not just to try and acquire the taste
I would
likely require so many ice cubes the bartender would schlep
them into
a glass
with a
scoop
Iterating
the point
That
heartburn is nothing but indecision
that
there is no acquisition
that
there is no assimilation
that
there is only now and then
And that
why you are the way you breathe
only
reiterates
the way
your stance shifts
against nothing
That
which is not
a
thing
Calliope;
adolescence; a Reuben or a Raphael--
all
filtered like film
I rifle
through antique shops for old photos and I settle mostly on
men, who
have women in the background
Or who
are women mimicking the brawny and encumbered fellow
on the
other end of the line, a shallow tawny glow
of light
intruding against the shadow of
a day
ending in
lyric
Against a
refrain,
it told
you nothing
That
which
is not
a
thing.
01.06.2012
