what I want / a man's poem in response to 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 that dies when I die.