Today's poem is by Mark Bibbins
Wherewithout
I'm sunk within
a blank; you're tanking,temperamental, though
everything peeled revealsa tottering joy. Dollop
of no more, uppingthe anterior: we're off
to the theoretical zoo.Ever have I loved
our alibimiscreantshear it and swoon. The pen
tip hides in a lucite nightas its pigment skitters
and smothers the day.
Copyright © 2006 Mark Bibbins All rights reserved
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