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PARADOXICALLY INTO THE FUTURE AND INTO THE PAST

upon the facial reconstruction of Richard III

 

Richard:

This house is difficult.

Please believe in my dilemma.

Really, I go to look for you, shy disbeliever

in domesticity, find you squashed

against a railing in a green

taffeta dream. 

Listen to me, I tell the mauve

heather, the

stones in the wall.  It is possible

to be a good

king, but a terrible

emblem.  This party is full

of bungalow women and gentlemen

sipping vodka gimlets on a

heated terrace.  I’m

still not ready, shaking my

nerve off.  My wife

crowns herself abbess in the

nunnery of all fluent

women—on one side of the tongue lies

the story of power. 

On the other side, love. 

My kingdom for the gray area. 

You will receive few answers

from a compendium of my

face.  As I take my love out of its

wallet and delegate much to

complicity.  I carve

verbs on my lips,

deep into wax.  Bake an eel

pie, carry the pastry

gently

to an earl’s

wedding.




Posted 11/18/13
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