Undressing Gowns
With nightsweats congealing in grease pools
on my breakfast plate, terror's dark clutch bone
breaking the salt sea waves which weathered
drowning sailor cap-and-gowns, ceremony swords
crossed over bravery's breast and cloaking dagger,
I sought
cross-examined testimonies written on left-handed
yellow legal pads about your dreamscape memories,
the upside-down bottles and cans in the sand
where sun sets up on a roping ladder,
stand softly but for a century's midnight for
burning twine.
When time ran off with the dish and the Mad Hatter's
watch, juggler's knives thrown alight to
tree trunk marked graves, I papered the
walls in Gramsci's Prison Notebooks and
the
collected works of young Ezra Pound,
it was then that
I found
the sun was not truly orange, but
chicken,
cowards' bellies growing big as the
city fathers;
placed your name in a plaque site,
boxed
beneath the granite carve-polish,
noses
pressed to see the stripe-scratch
marks in
naked glass.
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