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“The Rural Carrier Discovers That Love Is Everywhere”
A registered letter for the Jensens. I walk down their drive
Through the gate of their thick-hedged yard, and by God there they are,
On a blanket in the grass, asleep, buck-naked, honeymooners
Not married a month. I smile, turn to leave,
But can’t help looking back. Lord, they’re a pretty sight,
Both of them, tangled up in each other, easy in their skin-
It’s their own front yard, after all, perfectly closed in
By privet hedge and country. Maybe they were here all night.
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I want to believe they’d to that, not thinking of me
Or anyone else but themselves, alone in the world
Of the yard with its clipped grass and fresh-picked fruit trees.
Whatever this letter says can wait. To hell with the mail.
I slip through the gate, silent as I came, and leave them
Alone. There’s no one they need to hear from.
Wishing for something new…
“Routine”
No matter what we are and who,
Some duties everyone must do:
A Poet puts aside his sreath
To wash his face adn brush his teeth,
And even Earls
Must comb their curls,
And even Kings
Have underthings.
“Dust of Snow”
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
.
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
A girl I went to college wrote this poem. I love it.
“Conversation”
your words i take
wrap in tissue and store
in places where I dream,
to take out on days when
the sun doesn’t glow
or on days when it does
.
alone in the quiet
I take them out unwrap
them and hold them
in my hands-like birds
to small to fly
.
then witnessed by nothings
but silence and imaginings
I smile back
and say brilliant things
Who says poetry has to be serious? I knew I was in for a good class when my Lit. professor read this poem to us the first day of class. Note: this poem is only for the immature. All others will probably be offended. 🙂
“O Luxury”
O what a luxury it be
how exquisite, what perfect bliss
so ordinary and yet chic
to pee to piss to take a leak
.
To feel your bladder just go free
and open like the Mighty Miss
and all your cares go down the creek
to pee to piss to take a leak
.
for gentlemen of great physique
who can hold water for one week
for ladies who one-quarter cup
of tea can fill completely up
for folks in urinalysis
for Viennese and Greek and Swiss
for little kids just learning this
for everyone it’s pretty great
to urinate
women are quite circumspect
but men can piss with great effect
with terrible hydraulic force
can make a stream or change its course
can put out fires or cigarettes
and sometimes laying down our bets
late at night outside the bars
we like to aim up at the stars.
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Yes for men it’s much more grand
women sit or squat
we stand
and hold the fellow in our hand
and proudly watch the yellow arc
adjust the range and make our mark
on stones and posts for rival men
to smell and not come back again
