Every Line Should Be A Poem
your dark machine, your laughing hands
gray rain windows lock her face to his
no birds, but then, who needed flight?
as if a single cracked brick could hide my world
gold leaves have fallen on the wet tile roof
an amber bracelet, a woven lock of hair
drops of rain ignite the telephone line
salt spilled and sifted across the floor
the sign spoke but there was no dog
your chair bent my back to your form
a saddle, a split stone, a blunted nail
one child crying, one laughing, one stilled
there was a whisper, her son, her bruised tight fist
that bleeding shadow on the floor
three galloping footsteps and then the fall
If the train comes late
will you get on it? Even if
it rattles? Even if its whistle’s
broke and the wheels don’t strike
sparks? And if it smells coal clinkers
and left-over tuna fish? Will you take
your seat in the club car? And the menu
serves nothing but the word love?
And the coffee tastes of burnt kitchen
matches? Oh, box car, coal car, caboose,
oh Mother Cabrini on the Virgin
cruise of the Queen Mary. Better make that
Queen Elizabeth. QE II to you, and darling,
don’t let the cranes prove me wrong. Or do.
Do ‘dis me. Kiss me. Bliss me! (Pssst:
Secret: I got carried away,) I’m treed hon,
you must be a blue-tick hound-dog. That dark
bugle in your cruel night. That big old fire
under your bushel. I’d eat you
up. Or down. As the case maybe, J. B.,
sing. You’ll be able to do that—smiling,
with perplexed teeth. (I used to your
teeth.) Mumbling: Onchomycosis. Oncho-
dystrophy. Oncholithiasis. The stethoscope
salutes the womb. Let that little murmur
take a ride.
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the uncorrupted body
of the 2nd Patriarch?
of Saint Bernardette ?
that gave off
an odor of roses?
gather the saints roses
upon your back
Your father’s bothered
because the anatomist is German.
My daughter is in the waiting room
with a new haircut and a skirt
we both know why she has an old magazine
it is a slow day only a few patients
see me walk and lift her chin this one,’
with the radiant newborn calls me over
she is younger than my girl
she bubbles sweet praise and I too praise
the beauty of the child of the mother
but girl, my girl (my lips tighten to not speak)
this must not be you