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from Karitane Postcards
82
The letters of the alphabet capital I
coming this way I followed wanting to know
the beginnings and the destination
other letters colliding as I ducked into doorways
a private investigator with letters behind my name
under contract agreement of agreement letterpress
of syllables dreams to be followed
a shape out there of the shape in here
crowds intensive desire to be part of the scene
the pejorative and enclitic the vogue the style
the buzz the trigger seeing ourselves
as bigger than we are I more than I can think I am
I think I see you more than I
no excuse I follow free recall not always foresight
forthright sometimes not here at all
and to some extent led so where are you
breaking through in metaphor as an idea
an explicit ethic I walk bang up against a shadow maybe
but impact that pain or pleasure smell of skin
oils scent flowers all the senses words give over.
[Karitane Postcards, Hazard Press, 1991]
© Rob Allan 2004 |
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