twoweddingclematis.jpgExistential diagram


I dream I am a verb midway 

on some penciled line stretching 

to the horizon in both directions.


A dark upright separates me

from the lithe subject, who finds

a way to seduce me. Again,


become linked to a lover,

am still unable to talk fractals 

before her first cup of coffee.


She has no hope for a complex life,

say, lying with an alluring gerund 

or principled participle in control


of her entire sentence. Certainly,

not going wild, locked at the hips 

with an infinitive in hot blackness.

                             Timothy Pilgrim

   (published by Harbinger Asylum -- copyrighted Timothy Pilgrim photo: fall-blooming clematis)