You,
If Only
Just
as I’m leaving my box at the opera, you’re holding up the drugstore,
and
why not–it’s spring! Or I’m receiving the note that exposes you: chief
accountant
for the CIA. And so my afternoon heaves up and buckles like a
bad
road, while you go flirting all through Amsterdam.
But
then, thanks to your soft-focus technique, the world rises out of your
eye.
A small x on it–this very room!
You’ve come home! You drop your suit-
case
on my thumb, I throw my vodka in your face--that’s how beautiful you
are.
Every time you kiss me, you swear you’re sincere, and if not, may all our
windows,
clear-eyed, extinguish and condemn you. Oh, if only.
read "Bo Grumpus Balls the Jack" by Richard Pearse
read "Bo Grumpus Balls the Jack" by Richard Pearse
