say be had say say say then say
to have been had no be had no
say to be had then to be said
as one in time to have had said
These are celibate poems as poems by one who is celibate may be. But not necessarily so. Less engaged, of course, but whose failures. Not willful but the weird fruit of one whose capacity for fruitfulness was never understood. Who didn't get the message. To shape up. Let the message wander off diffuse to a fearful woody place. Among Feared Things Unseen. Celibate poems absent another. Supposing God. But absent Others. Facts. Material. It has not been a rich life as soil can be but a safe one as inconsequential and less prolific. Frightened and, yes, alone as you. Do not be afraid. The poems. Silly weak push-back there. To the end everybody gets in the end. Getting it. Supposing a new thing. And a fresh crate for it. And less concern to be looked at or into.