Fred Wah

ArtKnot Fifty Nine

the necessary distance of sweet
uttering needs no lips, if you can
form the adjective from the noun,
if the answer is suddenly
interrupted, deferred to the liver,
attractive as the image is, the
stumbling-block of myth is
forgetting you can cycle the
dizzying Narcissus to unlink the
suspicious tumblers of rhyme

yet marching to the roll of drums,
apples Warburg carried tiptoe

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