Monday, February 24, 2014

Poem: Wanted


Fallopian door, Ceasarean
arch, Arturian pipe Dickensian
ash I

stalk the halls of history,
posting flyers for a missing cat.

Whiskers, tabby, Scorpio, Libertarian

I do
actually own a cat, but I
find that I enjoy the sympathy.
Halo of vulnerability, mistcloud
of loss, pathos, cocoa-
smelling allure of a
sniffle man who has lost his
beloved sigh pet.

I tried sincerity once and
came away with bronchitis.

What I really want is sex.
And money.
Save the philosophy for
mahatmas, betterworld bingo,
feelgood abstention.

Sex. Money.
A mild climate.

First published in Willard & Maple
Champlain College
Burlington, Vermont
From the collection Fields of Satchmo

Photo by MJV 

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