Tuesday, March 29, 2011

On The Other End Of Eight / new poems 2011

Kafka Crawls, Nabokov Abandons, Jesus Doubts

At last
what I became.

A transfiguration so utterly, absolutely and plenarily complete
that Kafka crawls away, shaking his bug head in disbelief,
Nabokov abandons his lepidopterist's eye for butterflies,
and Jesus doubts, sticking his fingers into my side.

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