Saturday, August 23, 2008

shy shy shy

she always an aeroplane anyway

but when this happened she just took flight
as though some great wave come up behind her
full of geese and swans and old newspapers
dripping she rose from ugly water
into all silver idylls of sky
there to career

mad with beams
anvils falling like wet liquid rain in June

you should've seen him leap across
face like that
never saw it coming

always got it all wrong after
mixed up

walks into the grocers
what can I do for you the man says
want you to blow me he says
then fuck me in the ass he says just like that
laying his money down calm next to bananas

you think maybe you're asking the wrong person
at the wrong time
the guy says old guy with glasses

later he asks his lover for apples

midnight the grocer turns up
tracked you down, he says

how you wanna do it?



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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful flight poem idea, folding in on itself at the end, Steve. Beautiful.

Steve said...

Thanks for that. Not often I get comments here.

Steve.