Sunday, April 8, 2012

Lake Poem #7

Maud is gone. So Modernism.
So Yeats, Laertes, skull, origin. Hulk Hogan?

Make no mistake, the lake mocks
your own clay grin. A dandelion?

In the coffee shop one sorority girl compliments
the whiteness of the other’s teeth.

Psalm gone. Problem solved. So Gaga from her
egg of triumph.

Someone now driving off with the paper coffee cup
on the roof of his car.

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