Friday, December 09, 2005

Lost Touch

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)





3 comments:

david drury said...

I'm in favor of any poem with the word "banal" in it.

-DD

Jonesboy said...

Yeah, I attempt to alienate my readership as much as possible!

Rhett said...

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.