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Poem with Woodpecker
To Tom Robbins Love’s barbs infect all tho none so fevered as the Bard pouring scores of fortnights sounding vexations’ vanities sorrows’ wisdoms Woodpecker’s plaint why doesn’t love stay the Muse issued a writ staking his soul upon spread wide o’er seasons though never executed (fulfilled) fell finally to Heisenberg to prove certain love’s uncertainties Woodpecker organized upon the Poet’s knee feathers cupped about an ear if he can follow may one day apprehend |
Brancusi’s Daughter
The conductor she was one tough hombre six feet and maybe ramrod straight on Chrissie Hynde pipes waist length raven queue metronoming to her step Sandra Bernhard kissmyassing off the stage face conned from a cherub voice ingénue Aphrodite instructing her daughters in the wiles of gods and humans she may be mortal but I’ll put my money on a miracle natural selection hasn’t evolved this far |
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