a day or two off - i think

ah, the overtime is going to be bad the next week or so. just worked 6 days (12 hour shifts at the joyous papermill) ... and get 6 nights in a row coming up next. so the intervals between updates may be a longer than the past few. (just in case anyone notices or cares .....)

here is another poem, accepted but not printed by Semi-Dwarf Review. The 'zine was published by Leonard Cirino - a poet (and editor of Pygmy Forest Press) well worth discovering. (Links to his press and poetry in the links section. i did an update for him this afternoon, so there are some of his newest poems to be read.) His poetry is difficult, passionate and important, if i say so myself.


PLASTIC FOR THE LADY
-after John Berryman

she writes words that be plastic.
i hates 'em as i bends 'em.
they means everything, nothing.
i know she laughs at my miseries:
source of dreams & pain.
she is not angelic
though i be mending wings.
ha, i tells you they gathers dust here.

the fatman grateful for affection
though he much prefer lust.
he too write confusion (on envelopes)
but it translates well into despair -
she without out of date dictionaries
find no incantation to soothe lonely.

pour me hard drinks, like hard lies.
fatman laughs, ha, i smashed finger
with more than one hammer -
so what love got to do with pain.

she spin words. i grow dizzy
as i confuse meaning with intention.
if she was less beautiful
i would tempt myself with other dreams -
they too be damned plastic.