Category: poetry

About Romantic Odds

(a drunk normally writes too simply for anyone) It doesn’t matter but you didn’t come I barely asked you to but you didn’t You didn’t answer and you didn’t I sat for two hours with two beers You would disapprove I didn’t talk but I got some good reading Charles

A Red Handkerchief on Grass

i’m talking to you on the phone with the messages, you’re sending me them and I’m sleepy and in the bed and lying next to her and the sheets are up in me, the sun is coming through yellowy; outside the bed is cold inside the bed is warm you’re

Quickie

The secret is not to create mercilessly But to make what other people thought They only knew privately – When you show them something they Felt inside and quiet and alone It’s like a magick trick except Instead of pulling a coin from behind An ear it’s a heart from

Model Enthusiasm

I’ve got you bleeding on my heart in miniature/ An action figure temptress/ arm missing And the paint faded/ go figure that overuse Would wear and tear your eyes Still bright/ electric blue sugar tracing Coronary romance/ your slow thump Thud/ single-fisted/ thud/ amputee desperation/ Thud/ a Haribo Fuzzbox/ eat

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