Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Matador's Valentine

The alphabet as elephant

in the elegant living room of want

those spaces we eliminated

from the poem so time

like someone who jumps

into the sea can stand

alone as our creation

to have just noticed

your jaw’s been clenched

for nine years so it

hurts to relax some

have started to think it’s

a disaster of form

from which all sense

of imminence has been

thoroughly wrung

so only the body remains

like in bullfighting

when the noble bull

is dragged from the arena

and the matador is bowing.

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