stopped doing it / ralph la charity



I wanted to make a poem you could stay inside of
one that you'd say over & over, & over everywhere
you'd could & you'd would would be how it would go
one that whenever you'd keep at it you'd always be
in, circling onward inside itself & outwardly radiative
rolling like that, and feeding off resonance just that way
and by resonance I mean aloud even in the wee hours
even when making love or idling along in a pew or 
while stopped in traffic or paused above the abyss
the old joke about sliding down a bannister of Light
one that'd end precisely when you stopped doing it

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

more subtle than it at first seems