20Oct08

The poem is you

erasure poem from John Ashbury’s “Paradoxes and Oxymorons”

 

Concerned with language

You look out a window.

You have it,

But you don’t have

 

It.

You miss it.

It

Misses you.

You

 

Miss

Each other.

It wants to be

Yours.

 

A deeper thing- dreamed

In the division of grace,

Open-ended,

Lost in the steam and chatter

 

of typewriters, once more

you exsist only

to tease me

doing it,

 

on your level

you

have adopted a different attitude.

Set me softly down beside you.

 

 

 

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