It cost liaison
and connection peace of mind
what I had was nearly twelve coins worth of goodwill to
spread
over my whole natural life prone to trouble
not wise
but back to
desire the indulgence
cost me hours of
sleepless remorse
it was black and white god that was amazing rich but the day ends
and gets complex
inside time
lie wish I had been born a
golddigger
wish
I had been born with less oddity less diagnosis
pity the self that teeny weeny self the self wants to be unburdened
of its bulges
I love the relationship between the meaning of the phrases and the spacing of the poem. And ps I don't consider revisions cheating. It's all about making things whole, right? Nice work.
ReplyDeleteRemorse! Keep it heavy and cruel as it is in this poem, and out of your thoughts about revisions in Napowrimecrazymo.
ReplyDeleteBut three may be a good number....
Thanks, Robin! I'm thinking a lot about the way Alice Notley used space in ALETTE, but trying to free it from the constraint of the quotes.
ReplyDelete@A. Quinlan, I'm going to write a poem about remorse that does just that. Thanks for the inspiration.