Friday, May 15, 2015

A Franz Wright Poem



Morning Arrives


Morning arrives
unannounced
by limousine: the tall
emaciated chairman

of sleeplessness in person
steps out on the sidewalk
and donning black glasses, ascends
the stairs to your building

guided by a German shepherd.
After a couple faint knocks
at the door, he slowly opens
the book of blank pages

pointing out
with a pale manicured finger
particular clauses,
proof of your guilt.


(1998)

1 comment:

  1. sure morning's come and you've
    forgotten where you started out
    and how you got here now

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