John Latta



Newel and Trim

                           

Pieces filch’d here and there

In minor conjunct. Style frees

Itself of the function of

Padding out knowledge or story

And destiny’s refusal is another

Is, what refusal’s answer ‘doth

Furder.’ No more unbegown’d Zeno,

Detoque’d and ready to unlace

Philosophy. No more Sundaying over

Sunday with Sunday. I fain

Dance the hay in pixillat’d

Light, a philodendron leaf twining

Unsheath’d up the newel post

In loyal consort to some

Tuneful mighty fret of weather—

Vatic, delinquent, suant, and trim.




© 2008 Electronic Poetry Review