Randy Resh

(April,1967 / Toronto, Canada)

Drawing Down The Stairs


She is not the same character
insane voice of noxious narrator
vituperative, virulent, vicious
vehemence vexing vitreous

She is not the same stranger
bouncing
down
the
stairs

far too the more beautiful,
it is far too the more cruel

this aching image
as ever my eye loves her
aching 'nihilating
dilating
doe-fully dread
long dread
longing her

my stomach
drops
knee
pops

sleep wallows woefully dead

By the breath I dr-awe
belieing breath
I long to draw
confusing 'flicting
rippling crippling
continuous contour of her

So with perilous 'nicious urge to purge
such pointedly pointless plight
and with accursed cursive cure to dread
I finish an old love poem instead


randy resh 2005

Submitted: Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, October 19, 2011

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