DEEP STRUCTURE
and suddenly, totally
unexpectedly
I fell into a poem
talking of manufacturing
consent for a
“great artist” and
the deep
structure of
irony
thinking of you
too excited for words
flying to that island
that
great M.I.T. brain
up in the clouds
eliding
your Kubrick
redacting
your Nabokov
soon to be
there with Woody
playing it again
and the gods of satire
drooling at the
thought of
the fall
from great grace
into their
realm of scruffy
syntax
and superbly sordid
semantics