The Essentials of Poetry
Lacking definitions
for glasses without bottoms,
we call them telescopes
or megaphones. But still
they crawl down our throats
like silver centipedes
because we close our mouths open
at just the right time
and we spit up poems.
So who cleans up
the order? Leaving it there
long enough, it will go away
or like a dog we tongue it back up--
coo at its sweetness, faces
blank as Big Chief tablets--
holding out these empty glasses for more,
wishing for the long, lasting sip of stars.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2006
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