Age


Most explicit
The sense of trap

As a narrowing
Cone one’s got

Stuck into and
Any movement

Forward simply
Wedges once more

But where
Or quite when,

Even with whom,
Since now there is no one

Quite with you Quite? Quiet?
English expression: Quait?

Language of singular
Impedance? A dance? An

Involuntary gesture to
Others not there? What’s

Wrong here? How
Reach out to the

Other side all
Others live on as

Now you see the
Two doctors, behind

You, in mind’s eye,
Probe into your anus,

Or ass, or bottom,
Behind you, the roto-

Rooter-like device
Sees all up, concludes

“like a worn-out inner tube,”
“old,” prose prolapsed, person’s

Problems won’t do, must
Cut into, cut out. . .

The world is a round but
Diminishing ball, a spherical

Ice cube, a dusty
Joke, a fading,

Faint echo of its
Former self but remembers,

Sometimes, its past, sees
Friends, places, reflections,

Talks to itself in a fond,
Judgemental murmur,

Alone at last.
I stood so close

To you I could have
Reached out and

Touched you just
As you turned

Over and began to
Snore not unattractively,

No, never less than
Attractively, my love,

My love but in this
Curiously glowing dark, this

Finite emptiness, you, you, you
Are crucial, hear the

Whimpering back of
The talk, the approaching

Fears when I may
Cease to be me, all

Lost or rather lumped
Here in a retrograded,

Dislocating, imploding
Self, a uselessness

Talks, even if finally to no one,
Talks and talks.


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Age