Hey you, Cherry-Coke!
Yes, you
you Amish blacked
horse whip
cracking down the street.
Compel me,
opera mouthed
and gutsy.
Yeah you
you thick treaded
heel artist...
hi-jack me.
Grind it down,
mouthing the edict
to lay down my nets
and follow your fetish
through your plum cherry arbor.
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hmm. Okay, I'm lost, I admit it. I need some interpretive analysis, I'm afraid. if you care to provide some. :-)
good
I get it! I liked it so much I featured it this morning at BloggingPoet.com.
This I thought was extraordinary--and is the reason I will be a frequent visitor.
I hate to make comparsons, but I've been reading Frank O'Hara of late, and couldn't help being reminded of him in this poem.
...i mean i really like this one.
i'm printing it (please don't be alarmed, but i do print and compile my own personal anthology of web poets i like)
so glad you joined the carnival so i could discover you!
sche...thanks again for the many kind words. It is quite nice to be discovered by you.
Thanks to you, I have very effectively whittled away most of a day with O'Hara...I am flattered by the non-comparisson, and am now onto a new thread.
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