to tell you
these forms of beauty have not been to me
as is a landscape to a blind man’s lie
(“Tintern Abbey” by Wordsworth)
I.
a teaspoon
of ketchup is more
important than capitalism
or the problem of how
to read billboards, lawyers,
diction as the experience
of embracing the leeches.
i don’t control my own
metaphors humanized
amputation a straw taken
to the puss of the road.
II.
if she never photographs
the hair on the mirror
i’ll wear the face
of upright lamentation
half fixed melancholy
half i can still sidestroke
and say, you need to have awe
to be mercenary. or, look at me
as if you are grooming a tree.
|