Saturday, August 29, 2015


and now
as we approach and then defend
this end of the court
will we resort of course to madness
to sort out the leap, from the feint?

will we contain the measure of our need
within the doctrine of this measured sport
not tennis or war
but city life

we care to know just what sorts are coming over
visible now on the horizon
wearing boa contrictors and jiggling babies
with their jeans on overload
and their hair striated
like alligator muscle

our leering worth
extends our girth
our mirth works:

"hey fatso!
let's get a divorce!"

we shout to the tribe across the street

what more can we contend with
than love?

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