Thursday, January 15, 2009

Letter to William Kentrige

William Why William
Are you tucked in my thoughts
as a wheat whimsical?

Stoned

unknown in most breaths
unthought by most breasts
And
untouched through skulls.

When

Is a blown question

When rest is the worst
And
When thirst is the best?

Sung William why William
to the rest of us
nurture hard

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