Two Poems
David Wolf
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Sway

And whose narrative gloms your faith for now,
    pilgrim?
no, one forefronts the contextual “nature” of
    the “Real”
not to reify the notion of the unattainable,
but to dissolve all the old irony ...
It’s all in the tenor
of your self-reflexivity, sleepyhead.
Notes amiss in the melody of the wreck ...

Work not to overbear your fine soul upon your
    neighbor.
For when the hunch comes true we suspect
    genius.


Or a galaxy of pearls falling from the heedless
    azure release
        of the sky.
Even as the masonry is hopefully prone to
    outlast the mason.
Enclosure turns, wed to anxiety.
Should your concentration flag, your attention
    drift and
        yaw ... well, where are you now?
Holy Ish Kabibble.
What the business looks like around back is
    apparently too costly for them to care about.
Your bored ghost, or just a gust of wind