Heather McHugh (2005)
No man has more assurance than a bad poet.
—Martial
The logos thrives, it is crawling
with bugs. The lecturers, below,
are memorific, futurized, dead-certain
they'll go unsurprised. They don't
know nows as you do, true to no
clear destination. (You can't even act
your age, it's over-understudied.) Steady
as you go. The greatest waves are barely
bearable, alive's ill-read already
and the Skipper is sick
of the terribly lit
graffiti in the head.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
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from The Best American Poetry of 2005
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