Something in the way
she moves
but that so cliché
and I’m embarrassed
to write such a line
that’s my flaw
I always catch
my errors before
someone else does
never stopped me
from making new ones
which is another problem
but let’s not get into that
This was supposed
to be a poem
about a woman
that moves so fine
and looks so good
but instead
it has becomea preamble
on the inefficiency
of my poetics
So since I now
have lost sight
of the woman
who moves so fine
and looks so good
I might as well
continue to examine
all the flaws
and shortcomings
of my poetics
Right about now
I really could go for a beer
since the woman is gone
and I’m alone
I’ll never find
a way
to be able
to write a poem
about this situation
but let’s not delve
into that
and create yet
another problem
I have enough
of those already
September 14, 1991
Cool Write
.
A pie slice of a day chipped
indelible in electrons.
A woman walks foreverly
through the pixel letters
destination unknowable,
her shadow sealed
in the young poet's
passages.
.
Lady A
.