So rich
a mainstream his
precocious
school of thought:
returns
rapidly diminishing
recesses skip-
ping the side-
walk
where the fault-
line breaks
a mind mid-
stride
. . . .
by the road to the contagious hospital
and elsewere?
the pure products of America
go crazy--
Doc Williams spelled it out, Delmore,
but you could not
. . . .
be faultless be
wary daddy suspicious
fissures crack
the poor
mind open daily
don't let them
take in that child-
like heart
to night.
(First published in Poetry Salzburg Review #3, Autumn 2002)
Vassilis,
ReplyDeleteThe child-like, innocent heart of the grossed-out heavy bear, shadow-boxing in the fumbling dark, forever stumbling toward the source of the contagion, the mud-bath of the pure product...