Untitled #37

You are untitled.

That is not to say

the same as not

known

      (yes, it is,

      does);

where will you go

to resolve me?

I have the bluest

eye yes you have

ever seen – which

is not to say

that I am looking

at you; let me

love you in

my own sentenced

parse, which is not

to say,

I love you.

Shallow walk on hollowed

ground, this grace of 

undeciduous meaning:

where word both 

      (does and ___ not)

tenses to mean and

empty meaning

of tense.

What past to empty same

in presence?

By which I do not mean

what I mean to say.

Or, so it

sounds.

We will

have walks

together, to gather,

      (whom

ever ____ may be);

there are willows to find

to weep for

and under and

with; a sob at

language’s cruel muse,

no can-ow tree, or do-ow, only

the will-ow, the constant

tense of then and more

if than not.

Let this breath together

be enough for now, let the

accidental touch of a foot

on the path be enough for

      (occurs as happens,

      call it chance)

now:  we walk, we walk,

and I do not look

at your known (not)

known untitled 

gait.

© 2012 – Mark A. Douglas – All Rights Reserved