| lovePoem Written clandestinely at the corner of a bar napkin Spilling my beer, I almost smudged you out of existence, Couldve disappeared like laconic winks across the Bed sheets of a recently remembered indiscetion Couldve have been a forgottn line, lost and shredded In those baggy jean pockets, crumpled for days on a bedroom floor Somehow I hung onto your edges and pasted, taped, burned some More room to read, running my fingers over newly stanza-ed days Your letters random, then rhythmic, perfect and fuckd up In circles and jags, beautifully unmeasured and poured straight down Your words fold over, getting the paper sticky, the weekly Scramble, scratching out verbs, scribbling footnotes on the back I try to read btwn the lines, state your meaning, in a concise thesis To get an A on my interpretation, but it went missing off the table Cant find, all five pages, on all fours gasping for air, I forgot all Those words I thought defined you, I can�t even find the ink Powerful �nugh to re-write you, the dictionary doesnt know The connotation you hold, in fragments, in rhyme, in subjects Unnumbered, unmanned and reversed in potential prose, everyday You rose, adorned poem of letting letters decide the diction That I cant capture, tried to save you once, when understanding was Unmistakable, my computer froze and I lost all that I thought I knew Then I knew, poem completely new, the complex, beauty of you is the Elusive elation of playful alliteration, varying theme, mystifying mood, Teasing a steady tone, then when a perfectly placed semi-colon paradoxes My picture, just when I think I found a new way of reading you I stop breathing because I saw, again, a new ravishing configuration Of letters that continue to form the kaleidoscopic poem that is you. sm. |