I saw you this morning
I saw you this morningnaked just before I woke up
seeking wild sex ecstasy
with fingers of an old world
but when you called me
I woke up and a grey sky
walking over cold water
put me under the cheery tree
I saw ducks feeding in mirrors
reflecting slow green burst
of birches' wanting to survive
scolded by bleak May-winds
libation is still important
rituals of contact war
shedding soft soldiers into
the final fire of star cruelty
armies have that effect
on poets and painters
on tinkers and squatters
on all opposed to odium
see me here see me not here
it is all a matter of
who still have a say so
and who has not
there are a billion pauses
between the two sides
where one still actually
can write something
I kept taking my clothes off
in front of spying windows
before my own lurid mirror
but I did not die there
Poetry by Bob
Read 620 times
Written on 2015-05-15 at 17:17
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Jamsbo Rockda |
Texts |
by Bob Latest textsI seldom walkthere’s a rumor there will be no full stop so many regrets who am I |
Increase font
Decrease