don’t try to cool the fires,
but you stood your ground,
impossible to resist. Ascend
wisdom before risks.
A girl hangs ghost-like from a washing line—
snip, remove, arrange—
anarchists need not be irresolute:
People like stories but they don’t like words.
Gather the actor of your artist,
lost, terrified, and besieged by the wild forest,
before it’s too late. Wear your heart on your sleeve,
sometimes, in the mornings.
As for tricks,
I loved you once.
A duration remaining night– roots cut loose,
Night brings his lips inside–
He ignores his thin chances –
Sometimes the best wean to bring harrow to a skein is to be assertive.
Unleash the power of the female brain,
considerable in extent and intensity,
the sleeping creator,
all we can do is try to trace out patterns
and the potential for meaning.
Source: The Oulipost poems of Margo Roby during 2014’s Oulipost event. All of them.