Aphorisms for the Other Girls
So take, by the loose palms
these second hand
(had)
first class girls
and force the manic music of longing stop
for misery burdens all mercy
as mercy blisters it
back
to and fro
the palms
which cupped and rich
w/mercy and
w/misery
give, so that
we are gifted
and are
a gift
we give
to the other girls
end
Aphorism for the Other Girl
I cant remember
where I’ve seen
so long before
the hemn of your dresses
so long before
I had seen them
in their twirling offering ways
smother another man
But due now
to the hypnotism they infuse
I cannot recall
what I said I would do
if it were me you’d choose
as the next audience
to the next
undressing
you’ll throw me off
like a regret or accent
throw me off
like the
other man.
Poem for the Other Girl
I threw
poetry stones
down the wells
of her eyes
open and wanton
then
waiting
to hear the bottom
drop
out
I threw my youth
in one great wine swoop
and a kiss deadly
a kiss made only
for cemeteries
and from the drunken mouth
which hatched it
I threw
and I never caught
or got
up
again
Then, waiting
with my dead poetry stones
neck in the water
I wished
for something else
to throw
down the wells
of her eyes.
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