November 10, 2006 § Leave a comment
Whatever it is kisses
Brick walls facing fists,
Then the number and the tune –
All the lovers of our youth, Blue.
Then the phone booth empties
& Art records the payback and anti-tongue.
She roars, ah, and expects the sun going,
“How did you find me and remember how to read
the Word on my body?”
A mutter: a given name amongst so many, many happening.
A catnap: that first nervous lick.