All of my advice has soured!
In a flash, red-eared shame has returned,
And in a way
Not unlike the every-time
Loss-of-blood-from-the-head deja-vu,
Something more coherent of myself is revealed
In that red-eared genealogy
Traced back as a reflex
In an instant, where it won’t be savored
As the sharp and sour-sweet fulfillment of a need
Pondered slowly in the cooler temples of months
No – the instant demands something else
But – truer shame, then
When the mountainous accumulated heritage of all my
Red-eared moments rears its head
And with all the time in the world,
That rich montage is discarded
For another, easier turn
And a comfort, for that moment,
Around my ears.
Every Monument a Marble Janus 