[lit-ideas] SUNDAY POEM
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 23:00:02 -0500
YEAH, YEAH AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED?
Sit, she said, and so I sat.
Had the whole romance been so simple,
I'd probably still be sittiting.
But here I stand wondering
what happened.
There are bamboo shoots pushing up through
three inches, maybe four, of asphalt
recently laid in my parking space. Excuse me,
but how the hell can a goddamn weed
want live even more than me?
The best of all worlds is the world of women's bodies.
Every woman knows that without any doubt.
Knows that she is what it's all about.
Men circle, hawk-like,
thinking this might well be their lucky day
never knowing that they're the prey.
I ran into God once in a coffee shop
in San Francisco in 2004.
His name was Fred,
he said:
"I like the way you sing Gregorian Chant."
But I can't.
"I know," he said, "but I can tell that if you could,
it would loose the wings of angels and all would
fall into your lap."
*******
be of good cheer,
Mike Geary
Memphis
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