David Dodd Lee
The Freedom of the House
(an Ashbery erasure poem)
We have survived
again.
This,
from the beginning,
may be
a condition
of happiness,
that pleasure
always fades
I rejoice in
the seriousness
of what lies ahead,
split open,
unholy disguise
There is lightning on the horizon
and that is good
Experience, meanwhile,
cannot say
where it has been
Absent Agenda
(an Ashbery erasure poem)
To be old
isn't a bad idea One is
king
wetting
the sky,
shaking
Crying?
I know it's none of my business, but
dreams are
good, a planet
tiled with
fabric,
feathery to the touch
as though autumn had fallen off
an animal,
one as distinctive
as some grand occasion
or event
no one recognizes anymore
(an Ashbery erasure poem)
To be old
isn't a bad idea One is
king
wetting
the sky,
shaking
Crying?
I know it's none of my business, but
dreams are
good, a planet
tiled with
fabric,
feathery to the touch
as though autumn had fallen off
an animal,
one as distinctive
as some grand occasion
or event
no one recognizes anymore