Mark DuCharme: Sonnet

Spring '08 TOC

I want to write uncontrived spectacles
To know the meanings of a matter
I want to flatter     earth & spin
Incessant tarmacs’ blue acoustics
Maligned with rectangles of such darker order
I would not order, yet be insatiable
Thirsting of pulp & ruckuses
Aqua blurs at the leveler’s gate— to want
Disorder in the very marrow
Or procure from that which love draws breath
Citing a palpated, wicker lure—
To spin I say, in false, delicious
Aim, ’til even the air draws back
& Flowers draw false whiteness where we stir

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Not Enough Night
Not Enough Night
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