Tuesday, August 23, 2005


LOVE POEM     (experimental ….. ouch!)

There is witch hazel in
the bag that is not a douche.
Talk to me, I am
swimming out of your medicine.

I will lie with you and stitch you.
Measure the wandered floor, the
mended door. I know nothing.
I have a harelip I will show you.

Let us go into the garden.  
and smear it all yellow.
I have a william coming loose
I am saving for your apology.