talking to glass
This poem has appeared in Granville.
Inspired by Raoul Grossman
don't look at me now
sexy bus denizen
let me pass
lest I linger longer
on your tongue
slip off your lips
make numb your
fingertips
with electricity
don't complain in this place
a superb smile traces my face
my lebensraum still
on the dresser
from the night before
caressing visions of the young
boy passing me by on the street
with a bouquet
and tomorrow
issue an order to
carpetbomb all the chocolate
stores
and if history dies
don't shed tears
find the way out and
go
lest you remain and i
in a drunken haze
will cut off your soft pink
ears