Poem by C. D. Wright

RE: HAPPINESS, IN PURSUIT THEREOF

by C.D. Wright

 

      It is 2005, just before landfall.

Here I am a labyrinth, and I am a mess,

I am located at the corner of Waterway

and Bluff.  I need your help.  You will find me

to the left of the graveyard, where the trees

grow especially talkative at night,

where fog and alcohol rub off the edge.

We burn to make one another sing;

to stay the lake that it not boil, earth

not rock.  We are running on Aztec time,

fifth and final cycle.  Eyes switch on/off.

We would be mercurochrome to one another

bee balm or chamomile.  We should be concrete,

glass, spandex.  We should be digital or,

at least, early.  Be ivory-billed.  Invisible

except to the most prepared observer.

We will be stardust.  Ancient trailings

of nothing.  Elapsed breath.  No,

we must first be ice.  Be nails.  Be teeth.

Be lightning.

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