Architecture

The keyboard notion of backspace, delete.
A wrecking ball in the world of ideas.
If only to build to something, erect
As if climbing the stairs,
Drop dead beauty in her pale nightie
Telling me the power’s out again.

But always having to say more,
Paragraphs and pages left to turn
In the autumn air, and the clicking
Of the keys of some instrument
That’s being used as a sieve
To force creation through.

This the elevation, that the site,
A trick by a birthday-party magician
Who was dressed as a wolf.
First he freed himself from the elevator,
Then he made some plans disappear,
A twinkle in his glass eye.