FINITY

Still finicky in its fixity,
and then the protruberant ’tudes,
all tubas, all straight pipes
to gaga, that’s for sure . . .

Such as this was never once,
as indicated in the adverbs
and appellatives: how they waxed
exuberant, and waned!

While quiet among these scratchy
records a certain lubricant
refuses to come unglued: no,
one says, dude indigo, no,

says the other, dude
for thought, no, from nowhere,
dude and lascivious conduct.
Boob among us, cootie, didn’t

I say time’s up? Didn’t
we part long ago in some plaza?
How many hooligans does it take
to lose the thread? da capo,

you could hum it, but some
fool again made his trumpet
dada to the end, intemperate,
sweet, lost, humbled, a cool lament.




Jerry McGuire has published two books of poems, The Flagpole Dance and Vulgar Exhibitions. Much of his work is poetry, drama, and experimental fiction done in collaboration with musicians, dancers, and visual artists, and designed for specific performance environments. He is Director of Creative Writing at the University of Louisiana at Lafayette.


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