Warm Spots
1.
a.
My jejune trudge to court seems purposeful.
My briefcase full of screams politely scans.
The stodgy, stubbled guard no longer pans,
just nods and waves me through the vestibule.
b.
She grinds the pulp to squeeze sweet bitter juice
and bathes our foul beasts, my museum spouse.
She cooks good and exotic tea and rice.
She hooks flat frames and overwhelms the rug.
She mops the tile and scrubs the hardwood floor.
I scrunch my face and scurry out the door.
I skirt, an artificial waterbug.
I curse my selfishness and sacrifice
erotic yearnings for a stable house.
I yearn for lasses past, foot-bound and loose.
I forgot I liked my women bound and loose.
I feel it right.
Empty, tight.
2.
At thirty-one five years ago
I tracked unbridled trills of yes
through grinding gropes and gulping moans.
I mooned and defied guess.
Now
Saddled with domestic loans,
I passively establish meants.
I accept true and false, although
I furtively smoke Kents.
3.
a
I dream lies--I was all, I am naught--
Phantomly tethered teasers, taut taunters,
moored dupes crooning and swooping
to soothe and disturb.
Just my luck to stay in flux.
My rope politely binds and burns.
I’ve found a warm spot
now that I am a what.
But as I walk to work today it leaves;
it’s cool, it’s cool.
b
I’m swinging on a wing,
Just swinging on a wing.
What a formidable feeling
to truss and obey.
Well, would you like to swing on a wing?
Or carry home a hot lithe young thing?
Or would you rather be upstanding?
Say.
c
True or False:
What is a hollow waltz?
d
At 31 5 years ago I trailed
unbridled yelps of yes through moaning gulps
and pounding gropes (and little lambs eat ivy).
A philly trills high for you,
when you do.
e
Now and Then,
like a warm spot in a cool swimming hole,
I feel my real is full,
I feel my now is then.
But one of us--the spot or me
or what I am--
dissolves. Damn.
Damn.
4.
Then, I lustily sprang custom’s smothered sprite.
Today I comb my files and throw away Ms. Wright.
I fear I’ll never feel it all at once again.
Warm spots in cool pools expand and fade like men.
I cannot feel it all again, I fear.
I fear I cannot feel. I feel it right.
My dog comes in to woof and leave. Tonight,
I crush the cat on the couch. I yes dear.
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-- wpc