Words, Words, Words Poem by Frank Avon

Inquisitor! incognizable Word
Of Eden and the enchained Sepulchre,
Into the steep savannahs, burning blue,
Utter the loneliness the sail is true.

Hart Crane, 'Ave Maria, ' The Bridge


So, I get it. I get it. I get it.

Metaphorical progression. Logical discontinuity.
Ideational subtlety. Muscular tenacity.
Passionate intensity. Intentional obscurity.
Enigmatic simplicity. Verbal obliqueness.
The juxtaposition of opposites.
The opposite of clarity.
Imagistic precision. Rapture.
Omnivision.

Poetry.

Poetry of the people
is a misnomer.
Poetry for the people
should require
the people to submit
to inner struggle;
should force
submission
of the intellect.

Let words wash over you;
strip your consciousness nude
so the super-id
can be bathed in
the ocean tide,

a tide that overwhelms
each personal will,

chills the sensibility,
cleanses the spirit within,

and renders meaninglessness
meaningful,

the awful, awesome,

content, bottomless,
thought, oceanic

time, timeless
each moment, forever,

limits, boundless,
beyond Ultima Thule,

the words independent,
the word, immanent,

the Word, wordless,

a fathomless cloud of fatherless
words, words, words.