Sunday, 28 February 2016

1 New Poem

Codewords for Dissent

I believed in dedication, unwavering
in kind of wish-white snowfall,
reach across voided letter-stamp
notational crosswater chopping,
shattering sunlight, hector glass
on ornament rug, carpet staining
from memorials of past time,
wise and foolish fraught.

You aren’t like that anymore,
grounded in some theory of
old continentals and longitudinal
ruler lines; it’s animated,
full flower of spectrum,
blooming on half-hearth.

But I still am, perceptible
persona projected in light box
hue, flickering against smoother
walls of polishing stone; but never
so much a mythology as
protest song banner,

crooked hung.

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