Monday, August 9, 2010

The Window

This new suit’s cool and clamorous blue
tempts my sight to stop at fourteen inches:
the glass between glass me and airy Out-there,
out where the sun’s crazed splendor has enlightened
everything too much, and, as much, vainly,

for I see Self loudly
blue, blue against the blue-white sky, and blue
against the semi-greens and other
less important things. I must

get naked, must I? and fade before
I see, with honest clarity, and without clamoring
undertones over the world.