'Cos

 

they better go untitled
            when, within, they tell so much
                                    of their color
            and you can smell this
taking themselves apart from you
                        as perfections,
                        but still themselves you as
                                    approximations.

there are poems have titles
            already part of the poem;
but poems themselves are that
detached from themselves through
                                    titlelessness.

‘cos, to get back, let’s say we put
                        it there,
            "untitled," that’s already
                                    as though
            poems themselves say it,
"untitled," when considering you.

 

 

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