Saturday, May 2, 2009

a note

the sound of coins clinking in my pocket / freedom /like clean socks

a note

the sound of coins clinking in my pocket / freedom /like clean socks

gifts for the poor /X'MAS '93,FLETCHER PLACE

  1. FATHERS GET NOTHING /NO STOCKING FILLED WITH SOAP /SUCKER OR TOILET PAPER CARDBOARD WITH MINIATURE TOOTHPASTE / THE TEENAGE TABLE /ONE CARTON OF BOXER SHORTS PER CHILD /ONE COMPLETE SUIT OF CLOTHES /dANNY STIL PLAYS WITH DOLLS [i LIE ] 2nds from department stores/ ping-pong tables laid out with gifts / slippers /t-shirts / rainbonnets / soap / volunteer ladies with glass ball earings bright sweaters yell at the parents / we mothers and fathers carry the bburdens /black bags filling up /the smell of mold / a rusty gym / a turkey scribbled across an index card/ a family large enough to receive a frozen bird/ navi wants a boat /

may 3 ,1995;sitting at Bargersville in the barn




  1. service comes / the setting up /tearing down /gearing up /in the name of love/ when dad said we would never have material joy /mostly it's true /we never know anything /and love just grows like the lilies of the valley through the sidewalk/mostly

Rosecity,Madison,N.J.,part of a humorous poem 1996

to view my masterpiece/husband lick lips /wet thighs /he's mine / I will tell them quietly / no wet for my husband / no licking of lips

Indiana sometime in the nineties /Yo Blood still drips




  • writing poems in the bath is a po' poets job