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The Visual Poetry of Poeticah explores the boundaries between poetry, languages, and traditional with computer visual art.
This is a poem from my chapbook Axtlanadu.
To W. S.
I want to fly your iridescent verses
High on your notes above the din of years
To float throughout Elizabethan houses
To penetrate your poems, smiles and tears.
Your sonnets say your wealthy Friend was lovely.
They show he patronized a Rival Poet.
I wonder if your Friend could fascinate me
And did your Rival craft a moving sonnet.
You say your Mistress' hair was strong and black
And could have wrapped your Friend to form a knife
That may have sharply stabbed you in the back.
I long to taste the sundry meats of her life.
I yearn for passage into your deepest chamber
Where we can fill our empty chests with treasure.