Sunday, May 24, 2009

Ex-Post-Facto Dream

I wanted to discover
something utter –
and then utter it:

ride to where
the nth degree is,
decide if I agreed with it –

go the whole nine yards:
assess it as a subject
for the bards. And so,

heigh-ho! – today, I made
my full and flaming way
to the unnamable –

unspeakable –
to try to name
and speak it. I figured

I’d configure
something rough,
and maybe you could

tweak it. And whoa! –
do I need help.
All I can do is yelp:

quaking, reeling
in a rhyme, forgetting time:
a waking walking

dream of the extreme –
and the sublime.


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