What Tradition Has Held by Domenico Ferri
SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 17th, 2007 at 01:54 PM
Tonight I might act like a cocksure man of reason,
Given not to the lurid pull of distressed pasts.
Unfettered by the siren of that miserable season,
A love expunges the legacy of ruinous lambastes.
So she has summoned the noble force of my design,
Which has struggled to overcome a built-in frailty.
Spread out sloppily before you to malign,
Is my trembling flesh around a rickety spine.
Finding little dignity in such travails,
I drink, then wander aimlessly into her future.
With all that my imperfect being entails,
I come to her despite contentious clamor.
Darling, I have not found my voice
To be sufficiently spoken or contained,
By any time honored lyric or written tradition.
And if you should find the pull of ivory towers
Ill-equipped to house your senseless passion:
I will be in queue awaiting your instruction.
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