Miotic Mitotic Metaphasic Post

This is a metaphasic sequel to 'Double Poster' where I explained that these poems deserved their own post -- hmm, otherwise it would have been a four-poster, confusing even myself. It is miotic because they popped out while I was looking for what I thought was a poem relevant to my discussion with Mel. It is mitotic because it is the metaphasic reduplication of material from around Easter of 1980. I guess this means I have to look for two more phases, but not today: The cell may have to wait for me indefinitely.

Untitled Middle April (1980)

Globular melting synthesis Of primordial confusion Smears a lacklustre mesh Over blinded prevalence Of bellied wanderers in a Broken plain of final retrospection. Hi. I miss you. I don't know who you are, but I wish you were.

Dear Loss

All my life I have wasted But at the task Have spent but a day Should I have known to ask To spend it all away From you a final fury lurched The semblance of the fires of youth A passion painted pink with age Abated on my cheek a stain I dared not tell myself the truth That voice that cries a tune In key with mine to strive Beyond the Oasis of Security A territory untouched unsought By your kind and gentle smile I cannot betray my mettle Nor can yours mine My dear loss out of time Signature typed on an old Smith-Corona silent as '___Ernest Clayton Cordell' and I no longer understand the underscores.