Thursday, August 6, 2020

Garvin (a poem)



I'm not a taxi cab driver in this poem
I'm a window washer
And this poem may not rhyme either
As you may have guessed

I'm hanging thirty stories above the ground
I'm washing windows
And windows
And windows
My squeegee in one hang
Rag in another
Water pail on the board below me
Just washing windows

The hours aren't bad
No long hours
No short hours
Just medium hours

I finish a window and then move on
To the next one
And then the next one
And then the next one
Until I get to the top
And then
I'll do it again next week

I don't know why this is called Garvin
Just something to call it
I guess
You can quit reading now
I'm late for an appointment







Tuesday, August 4, 2020

My Dearest Wishing to Belong to Another Edithion



Fred said,
"It's customary to excuse oneself before trying anything so absurd
As to what you have
Suggested."


"But I thought,"
Sighed Clyde,
"That you would understand that I can't go on living
With this cursed condition
Hovering over us."


"Impatience Immanent Immaterial Immovable
Immense Immeasurable Immodest Imaniniums"


"Don't talk to me like that - it makes no sense. 
You're just blathering off words
That start with Im
As far as I can tell and
It has nothing to do with our relationship."


"Don't try to belittle my felicity.
Don't nullify this electricity.
The Federal District is full of Morons
Who cross the eye and dot the tee."





Sing me another love song
Once more
With feeling.

Play that saxophone.






Monday, August 3, 2020

One Thousand



Smile for me
Laugh for me
You're lovely

Frown for me
Cry for me
You're lovely

I could read your name
In one thousand lines of poetry
I could see your face
In one thousand works of art














Sunday, August 2, 2020

Vicious Love



You don't have to cut a hole in my head
To let your love flow in.
You don't need to slash little tick marks in my arm
Trying to keep track of the times I say
I love you - again and again.

My memory of you, photographic;
You make my heart go psychopathic;
I couldn't live without the graphic
Whirlwind you spin.

You don't need to saw off my legs.
I promise I will never
Walk away from you.
You don't have to carve your name
In my skull, if it's all the same,
I know our love is true.