Tick Ripe For Bursting

Tick Ripe For Bursting

There are a lot of things under my saddle

I don’t like, but saying what they are is

like trying to focus a camera after you’ve

dropped it.   Besides, I shouldn’t complain.

I’m the one who’s always taking off his clothes

for the CIA, trying to tell everything at once

and then falling through my own language.

Better to keep your eyes on the rim of truth

over the edge of the plate, much better

than being like a tick ripe for bursting

and then keening when it happens

Stand back. I feel another confession coming on.

Stripped bare, the oo’s and ah’s may save us.

-T.C.Buell

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