Humphrey I would fight for a woman Like Patton with a .38 caliber pistol in World War II Or a Spartan king. I lie like this because of the questions you ask. Don’t smile at me; I might snort cocaine like Sigmund Freud Or take quaaludes. Tell me about your daughter’s debts And your…
On to the Fairies
On to the Fairies I am batty, Nymph girl, Although your hair is short and brown, And when I look, Wishing to speak, There are bolts So odd in my limbic system. I would say I am Adonis, But I am not so beautiful. It’s your voice, really, More eloquent than William Shakespeare, And…
The Fiend in Row 6
The Fiend in Row 6 I avoided you and hid 12 tulips In my back pocket. Then I considered the dawn four times. I did not look twice, So I love a pen in my whore’s bed. I’m the wild man from Row 6, And I am confused, Not by you, But by mild…
Spit at Romeo
Spit at Romeo I wished to kiss with sacred lip You spoke three things divine My passion and my coffee sip Your quiet love and mine I showed up at the meeting place You bought three flowers instead A mortal coil timid then base A Montague I think God said
Check 2
Check 2 I count my weeks by Wednesdays Which come slow: You incomprehensibly kind, Asking questions which you should not. I think therefore— Because of the shoes you wear, And I can say like a pre-Socratic: The first element is the circle. A rock, a stone, says nothing. Colors are ludicrous, And I must…
Two Girls Walking feb 1
I Too Tango
I Too Tango I could tell by her buttocks that she too should be mine To map, ingratiate and divine with my lonely, lonely, green eyes, Like a mentally uncoordinated, addled, despondent, despaired, Eighty-pounds-overweight, Irish Catholic dipsomaniac. She occupied my senses while walking before me With her perfect ass swishing left then right, Left…
Surveyor jan 31
Reintroduction
Spy-like. Nice.
The Architecture of a Burger Shop
Terminator 12 …
Terminator 12 My favorite psychiatrist, R.B.B. B. Sigmund Down— One of 14 unusual persons whom I paid, albeit with insurance, $262 per futile hour— Told me once that girls who are bold enough to ask guys out on dates (And are told, yes, they have the dates) Immediately envision the silverware and the place…
You Said This I…
You Said This Is Not Godot I, unvanished janitor in the men’s room, Have scoured my email six days now, But my email is emptier than five bottles of Guinness Consumed by a tippler in a pub in Dublin, And you, fair nymph, are from Dublin, too. Sam Beckett spits at your grave three…
Man in Car jan 29
To Venus or the Sun
To Venus or the Sun You have driven me To my pair of once-optimistic knees, Once full of faith for you— Knees which still believe in God, Who floats like the mist Next to the Hyatt building across the street— And I waited for you With my solitary pipe like a character in “Godot.”…
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