A LIFE IN THE DAY
(based on Tony’s “A Day”)
The poem slouched
In an idea,
Like this…
Watch Othello’s film
The one he shot of the three ladies
Sprawled among daisies
Their every motive
Reduced to the empty
Languid space
Between their legs
Or nothing
And only actions
Are validated
And only actions
Remain.
Then repeat.
Watch it again
Again.
But don’t
Write
About it.
Don’t you
Dare.
An idea engineered
Through misuse.
Now that’s an idea.
For a poem?
For an unintentional search?
A blind one
In which you’re merely hoping
To find yourself
Threadbare
As a munched ear
Of corn on the cob
Hot off the grill to boot.
And yet did I wrong
Anyone in writing
About that?
That?
Did I deny your past
Your present?
Your cold devil
Your over-heated agency
Until a reduction
To whatever
Velvety sauce
Is achieved?
The most difficult task
After all is abiding
The simmer
Unleashing the necessary
Patience
And just be confident
In the outcome
Which is certainly out there
No matter what’s
In here.
Just you wait.
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