By an Alley jan 13
Then the Beggar
Then the Beggar I have looked at the women For three hours now, And like a rabbit I reject The spandex girls. Their flow is not the canals of Venice Nor deer whom I praise Like cows in India. Still I would shoot canons At them, Being a Catholic priest, Surprisingly not fond of little…
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How Would I Love Rapunzel?
How Would I Love Rapunzel? I am batty for your love, Rapunzel, Although your hair is short and brown, And when I look into the widows of your soul, Wishing to speak, There are lightning bolts In my central nervous system. I would say I am Adonis, But I am not so beautiful. I…
Car Wash jan 12
Buttons jan 12
She, Tangent
She, Tangent Oh, she of brown suede boots (There are so many of them) Like sacred clouds obscuring quarter moons. I would have her and her and her, Like Caliban or a tiger, Whistling songs—me, Now a lonely worker of miracles. They wear black miniskirts, Taunting the hearts of boys— Alone, desperate, deserted and…
Love 6:42
Love 6:42 I told my God, the moon, At 6:42 this morning That I fret until mad because of love. I waited seven God-damned days for her, And when I could sense her breath, When I could lift the tips Of the fingers of my right hand And place them to her lips, I…
Interval I wri…
Interval I write stilted poetry As I wait for you on this lonesome Wednesday, Remembering that you looked at me in a night Across a table at Starbucks café. I would love a minstrel Who plays banjo in a funked-down, traveling, southern band. I am brimming. I want chocolate But cannot in today’s opaque…
Of Course Not Love
Of Course Not Love I eat bananas and wait for you, And I live not in St. E’s. I would say it is your voice, Not the clowns, Down. The neck is innocent enough, Not the lower lip of your face, Which no man touches or kisses, Unless I am psychotic. Shall we picnic?…
to a car jan 10
Wednesdays Two Circles
Wednesdays Two Circles I count my weeks by protracted Wednesdays: For you, Miss Julie, are incomprehensibly kind, Asking questions which you should not. I am all agog Because of the shoes you wear, And I can say, like a pre-Socratic: “The first element is two circles.” A rock, a stone says nothing. I would…
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elevator buttons jan 10
Dandelion
Dandelion Long-legged, dandelion woman, Tell me about your trees. My occipital puffed out in some clouds. My heart flying like four bees. You sit but 20 miles across from me In a situation: café blue. I send you smoke signals like Cochise About wampum and morning dew. Then you buy your 22…