Concupiscent Spirits in Cloudland
The lust dream I
had of you
has its own power:
today I am full of dizzy need
and the force of
your musculature. It is as if
I remember actually
touching you, the throb under-
neath my palm, the
sweat which glistened over
you entirely.
I walk around loopy.
Cloudwatching I spy a hawk
or eagle, high above,
its colorful underwings like
some kind of blessing.
Or maybe that’s just what I
wish to becalm
myself. My agitation is the memory
of your mysterious
and powerful
self in the otherworld of sleep.
The Gambler, Waiting
The gambler waits
in line
at the corner market.
In one pocket is a dollar
for a lottery ticket.
In the other a small pistol.
He’s unsure, even now,
which he will pull out.
Storyteller
My new novel is
about the fall
of civilization as represented
by the refusal of the poets to incorporate.
Its main characters all have
symbolic names and they live in a
place called Gehenna.
I’m going to sell it first to Hollywood
because they understand
plot better than Random House.Then
when the money’s good
I’ll write another book
about the hell of writing and publishing
in this witless and supercilious age.
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