Thursday, March 08, 2012

Poem: "Lament for the Mind"


Lament for the Mind


saw my face in a pond/with a hundred-year-old carp

            Shirley Kaufman, “Unhinged”



In a light waning and warp,
saw my face in a pond
with a hundred-year-old carp.

A camel under a tarp
talked Spinoza to my hand
in a light waning and warp.

Across from the scarp,
saw my shank in a frond
with a hundred-year-old carp.

Interrupting the harp
whined a cricket band
in a light waning and warp.

Lucerne cold but not sharp.
Saw my breast in a second
with a hundred-year-old carp.

Crying like a baby, burps
keep-home cat who’s found,
in a light waning and warp,
with the hundred-year-old carp.

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