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Monday, April 26, 2010

poem pictures


Dressed in fetish clothing

And hearing uncomfortably clearly.

I stretch a membrane of understanding

Across my eyes.

I will have no doubt the next time

I see your face.

I will find it easy to recognize the grace

Of misunderstanding you.

It will be like a perfectly sharpened


My principles will fracture

Revealing all their petty foundations.

I will shake within the wall of language,

Waiting for a single pause where I might catch

My breath and identify my feeling

For you just this once.

There is no use.

I am smeared upon the words,

Barely able to buckle the straps

Around my body, barely able to attenuate

The vulnerable parts so they will gleam,

Terrifying, romantic in pure discourse.

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