Apparition Poem #524


Dressed to kill,
I go insane as I
think of killing
you in undressing,
a sense of weird
lightning bottled
inside me wells
up spontaneously,
I'm tearing at my
body's corners, I
can't stop thinking
of jumps into ether,
memorandums, just
love, whatever it
means, whatever it
is, whatever it
wants to be inside
us, a harlequin, a
moose, a daffodil,
a way of explosives
going off in a row
& corn being mowed in
Iowa, Illinois, or "I." 

Here are some more Apparition Poems in Blazevox 11. And a critical piece in Poetry Salzburg Review.