the basics
if you don’t understand my poem because
you haven’t read a poem I read,
the fault is mine.
if you don’t understand my poem because
you haven’t felt a feeling I felt,
i feel for you.
if you don’t understand my poem because
you haven’t read a poem I read,
the fault is mine.
if you don’t understand my poem because
you haven’t felt a feeling I felt,
i feel for you.
my master throws me a bone rich with fat.
due to my animal nature, i drag it
under the porch to suck it clean, forgetting
to lick his hand in thanks.
almost full, the moon
leaps out from between houses
drying in the sun
gathering laundry
barefoot: high arches, lucky
slug slays the giant.
meeting his deadline,
bach conducts from the organ.
the rest is old news.