poetry

[bluegardenia]

i, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond
all this fiddle.
reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one
discovers in
it after all, a place for the genuine.
Hands that can grasp, eyes
that can dilate, hair that can rise
if it must, these things are important not because a

high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but because
they are
useful. When they become so derivative as to become
unintelligible,
the same thing may be said for all of us, that we
do not admire what
we cannot understand:

sweet jesus, and this is why i love marianne moore....and you.

yes you.
fucker.

i have an incredible surprise in store....prepare yourself is all i can say.

and you are important not because of the approval of an important person to me, but because you are important to me.
you know who you are.