Monday, October 11, 2004

poem es fini

i thought that


i’d write a poem tonight
while listening to music

my window is open &
the temperature is slowly


but as (per usual) the poem
i saw in my head has flown the
coop and gone south

i tried to chase it down
& make it submit to my


but a poem is like
a feral cat i

have to get used to that
& except it:

the poem
is lost to me

1 comment:

rebekah said...

yay! a Loof poem!

i'm so happy i could spit.

but i won't.

i'm having a few of these poem teasings myself.