from Apparition Poems
#1524
Poems: do this every day, it
becomes like roulette without
being (or seeming) Russian; if
you go here what happens, if
you move your knight onto a
new square can you take all the
pawns (at once, even, why not
be ambitious?), not everyone is
simpatico, the knights often say
they're kings, the board is clay.
#1529
for Stephanie
I'm having a better time now,
I told her, its unfortunate that
you were happier fifteen years
ago, but you certainly had your
chance, those days we sat next
each other different places, and
of course your best friend the
idiot, Queen of Sheba, now here
you are back hot to fool around,
suddenly I call the shots, I'm a
real hot-shot, there's a shot we
might actually shoot each other,
because violence is what you want--
she unzipped her dress, frowning.
#1520
This posse wants "success," in
all the wrong ways-- down by
the old corral, I had a shoot-out
with the leader, who gave his girl
black eyes, battered thoughts, but
she's devoted, because she counts
"success" on the wrong fingers, I
hated to see her get trampled by a
buffalo herd-- anyway, ten paces,
I nailed him right in the heart, but
wasn't bothered, that part of him
never worked to begin with. Eat
dust, I said in parting, write about
how it tastes, you might "make it"
after all, but keep it in your mouth.
#1519
She says she
wants babies
from me, she
sends this to
me, nudging
my body in a
straight line I
recognize for
its blue streak,
I'll give her a
baby, I say, it's
part of a plan,
indecipherable
besides spaces--