Must we always begin
At the beginning?
It is so far from the end
And I am tired of beginning
Again and again and again.

To WS, whom I love
And wish to continue loving
Stop looking me in the eye and
Insisting that I come to you
Again and again and again.

And so I wander
From beginning to middle
(Aimless means wordless)
I thought about stealing Adrienne
Again and again and again.

Lost security will be regained,
In a world obsessed with lost security
Security gained is a
Disaster
Again and again and again.

Clarity, where there was none,
Is lost.
Clearly the poetry selection is . . .
. . . Too much for me
Every single time.

(Submitted via BlackBerry)