Wednesday, April 11, 2012

FOR THOSE WHO WISH TO ENTER


For those who wish to enter my developmental delay
Please dress accordingly, in soiled corduroy—
I'm almost too understood now to withstand
The faint praise of a new fabrication today. As if that
Weren't enough to dissuade me from my magic act,
Freedom from hearing from old friends has been debunked
To the point of boredom, a bride to less accomplished
Ambiguities of form—tryouts are tomorrow for
The wind and the rain coming down on the farm.
Here in my April shower, however, I see the heat bounce
From wasted walls to my uninhabited body, through which
I'm obliged to follow love's leave-taking to chance
Encounters with hovering citizens' shivery pasts.