Sometimes,
Closer than touch.
Our remaining dialect
Breathes loud meaning,
If not content,
Or contentment at its limits.
Conversation denied.
The banal suddenly profound.
The profound,
Overtaken by extremity.
I miss you already.
(June 2002)
Posted by BJ at 11:04 am
3 comments:
I'm in favor of any poem with the word "banal" in it.
-DD
Yeah, I attempt to alienate my readership as much as possible!
You are very, very good.
I can't think of anything funny to say, sorry! You should publish a book or something, find an outlet for all that creative energy. I'm no poetry expert but this seems pretty damn great to me.
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