LET’S TAKE
let’s take some
real poetic licence
fast forward
this poem to
the moment
of the poet’s deathforgetting Barthes’ dictum
that the poet was always
dead already, was
in that
deconstruction zone
between virus
and zombielet us assume we will be getting
real rosebud lulu of a revelation
as last word
the whole snow globe of
the poem Potemkinning
down the stairs and
smashing like
a metaphor of fragilityor exploding as final
seppuku hand grenadeno stuck for
something to sayblack cat of enigma, feline
goddess of open-endings
got his tongue
LET’S TAKE
31 Tuesday Jul 2018