[lit-ideas] Re: Bad Love Poem # 20

"Queasy in Indian Summer Unkissed"


Queasy in Indian Summer unkissed,
Surveilled by wraiths and in pretend
By Homeland Security, past dumpsters
Brimming with bleached cheeseburgers,
Dead indigo buntings, apple turnovers,
Shredded scorecards, old Fruit of the Looms,
My thoughts from fumes turned to you, your
Sunny look when last at dooryard blooms
Your notice of protection was served me.
The heart rages as crowds at stupid umpires!
But no! This is not our love's last flight,
Which shines through final midnight starlight
And the chuckhole faces of the village poor,
But finds no consummation or calm coda
In the inflatable doll I've just named Rhoda.
Alackaday no, hottie, significant other, you,
My heart is profaned by an angelic chorus,
Storming the dormers of time's stagecraft
Like the lark ascending nigh the 12-gauge
Where you lay your sleeping head, gentle,
Mine, mine, all mine, forever--eternity!
And in this parti pris myself despairing
O defiled plastic Cupid beyond repairing
With the echo you will come back to me,
Under the bridge where the sound is good,
Under the bridge in my neighborhood,
With the echo you will come back to me:
Echo...echo...echo...this is an echo...echo
Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!
Echo...echo...echo...this is an echo...echo
Echo echo echo echo echo echo echo
Echo echo echo echo echo echo echo
And the rest the angels know as silence.



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