December 09, 2008

Roll of Meaning

I read a poem about how meaninglessness
compounds in language until it means something.
I think I know what this means, which maybe
shows I donít. Iím not sure I want to.
The title, Ďa poem without diceí, seems chancy.
Perhaps the poet wanted to mean, Ďa dice
without spotsí? On the bathtub corner
I spot a small white cube. Itís pointless
to say, ĎItís trueí Ė

—Paul Mitchell
Originally appeared in Blue Dog

Posted by dwaber at December 9, 2008 02:45 PM