Friday, August 1, 2025

                   what I want / inspired by Kim Addonizio

I want to scribble a poem

like a frantic lunatic

that'll make women swoon

that'll give me a boner

that'll take me to paradise

and back without a prayer.

and I want a car with a big

back seat with Virginia Fox

waiting there under the domelight

her prom dress powder-

blue and perfumed...

Wind Song is what it's called

a poem that's nobody else's business

a poem that nobody reads anyway

an invisible poem

a poem like a blade tickled by a feather

a poem that dies when I die

it'll be the one that goes with me.







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