From Gifts, Parties, Titles, Unrests: Poems from A Lost Decade
published by Down With Grundy, Publisher
(now Banana-Cue Books, Publisher)

Love Poem

 

My freedom skipped unaltered
Within pews, as though craving
Demerits by the noose in love's
              dictionary.

We shall see. There are telescopes
Available in the melt of time
To the dedicated for a zooming
              key to engender;.

While my serfdom slipped unabashed
For a muse, as though leaving
Barrettes by the news in our
              country. So,

Am I free? There are telephones
Available in a graph of hives
For the desiccated, a humming
              lee to render;

Then my freedom blipped unboldened
Within dues, as though craving
Demerits by the booze in love's
              sorry fragrance.

Oh we shall see. We shall try
And sear, give writings a place
In the pecking by nights over
              enveloped kisses.

And my serfdom skipped unabashed
For a muse, as though buying
Barrettes -- while cloying blossoms,
              tenderly, advance.

 

                                       -- 3 October/88

 

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