One Dot Below the I (#3)
#7 of Poetry
Ah well, it's saturday.
So here's more impenetrable poetry from the stripy one.
Five short poems about poetry and the moment.
I KNOW IT'S SEPTEMBER AND THE HEATHER IS ABLOOM NOW
AND I KNOW IT'S RAINING FOR I HEAR IT STRIKING THE ROOF ALSO NOW
THE RAIN IS HEAVY THIS MOMENT DO I HAVE THE TIME FOR "NOW"
IF THE HEATHER BLOOMS IN THE RAIN NOONE WILL NOTICE UNTIL
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NOW
I REPEAT THE MOMENT YOU BEGIN YOU'RE ON YOUR
WAY HE SAID & FOLLOWING "I REPEAT THE MOMENT
YOU BEGIN YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY" HE SAID "DAMMIT"
HE SAID I REPEAT THE MOMENT YOU BEGIN YOU'RE
ON YOUR WAY I REPEAT THE MOMENT YOU BEGIN
YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY OVER THERE HE'S CRAZY
ABOUT IT I REPEAT
THE MOMENT YOU BEGIN YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY
THE (1) REFLECTIVE READER (2) WHOM I DEDICATE (3) DOUBLES OVER AND DENIES
(4) HIS OWN EYES AND THAT'S (5) A WISE DECISION FOR THAT MAN (6) OVER HERE
IS NOT ANY FAMOUS POET (7) WHO DRAGS HIS COLLECTED VOLUMES IN A CART (8)
& THE REFLECTIVE READER SHAKES HIS HEAD AND SLUMPS (9) OVER THE POEM HE
SAYS "WELL I THOUGHT THIS WOULD (10) BE BETTER" (11
AND ONCE AGAIN THE UNUSUAL ITS DISAPPEARING INTO THE QUESTION AND
AND THE STEP UP FROM NOTHING TO UNKNOWN AND
AND THE ODD DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THIS AND
UP UNTIL NOW EVERYTHING HAS BEEN
AND HE WHO TALKS AND CONTINUES TO
TALK ADDS PERHAPS NOTHING AND DOESN'T
BREAK UP AND DISAPPEAR
NOT EVEN NOW LIKE HE WHO SAYS NOTHING:
HE DIES