Untitled: RK I
Tumult spirit. Hegel-headed monster
unsettling empery. Mere girl
imaginaire.
We are eaten
finally by the mouth we kiss,
cannibal language, afterlife
of the afterlife.
One touch of you
usually lasts two or three days.
But my whole life is an emergency
and sometimes I need you suddenly
my arm around your southern alps
you stand beside me like a dentist
intimately related with my pain
but not feeling it. How could you
find room for it in all your own?
Robert Kelly
Posted over on Charlotte Mandell
from MAY DAY: Poems 2003-2004
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