By kevin urenda
Date: 2 August 2000
writing
oh my abbreviated lover
cast me not into the pile of
misconjugated verbs
that don't do what they set out to
uncoordinated subjunctives
that are more fleeting than
the reality we'll never
sink our teeth into
more virtual than
the bump that
forms on my head when I smack
into the wall of you
I would cling instead to
words that caress you
like the lover I should be
rather than a man
who cannot divorce himself
from reality
and cannot reshape the world
in the images of his words...
07.19.00
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