if one had thought that one had had to do it.
But how could one have done what one had
had to do unless one knew it? That one had therefore had to misconstrue
what one had had to do is hardly something
to review anew -- as if some apercu thereto
might then ensue sufficient to pursue it.
ambiguous, this time.
In fact you can't remember when
they took so long to climb back into their mythology.
They seem a bit at sea.
Once ruled by their biology
which set them on a spree of wild and unexamined lust --
to trot -- now they've begun to rust.
You're ready, but they're not.
I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page.
So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila.
To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack."
To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.)
thanks for stopping by.