Today's poem is by L.S. Klatt
The Somnabulist
When it happens, you're glad it's not you
but then you wake up hammeredin the lost orchardwoozy
from Bloodgood & Spitzenbergs& quinces from Persia
As you veer unpiloted through space
you realize the plum is unattainablethough each germ a jet of flame, your prize
has expired from saturnaliaElliptic, the slugs on the pear leaves
broil in their own fat& flickers drill asterisks into cherry
Yes, you say, lead me to the happy violence
by which I am imparadised
Copyright © 2009 L.S. Klatt All rights reserved
from Interloper
University of Massachusetts Press
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