22 November 2005

th moving feast

French monster on
French monster
Eden at night
Beaujolais in cafes is
a tempting place
th sidewalk busy w/ lights
and hungry women
off a plane and already hustling b/w her legs
(i can only warn you, not teach you
that is if you hesitate
she will strike
even w/ her head
turned
and you will rain
as would a city of gods
in suffering
be it pleasure
or pain
perfectly broken
or fixed
                        th taste of a crop’s first grape
is once
never
and is when

Comments:
Excellent poem.
 
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