Sunday, October 30, 2005

The Critical Voice Is A Red Wire

Forget. Forgo all necessary information.
Please stop walking into walls.
Reflection is a virtue.
Emotionally the space allotted was too large.
Back of the throat holds an apple, a box.
Glass is a mirror without lead.
Compassion is blue.
Do not put the red wire in a glass.
Voices are on the other side of doors are hinges.
Batter, batter, swing.
Rain never enters in a closed window.
Repeat the directions. Strike one.
She does not dream of Alice.
The girl calls everyone John.
Follow the signs. Strike two.
The only direction is away.
Narcissistic is a lovely word.
She does not date well. Alice
Red wires belong in boxes.
Windows require less space.

1 comment:

Radish King said...

I really want to talk to you about this poem, but I don't know how, exactly.