Blond Vivian

 

 

I have a friend

dark as night. Black

as blackberries who appears at her handsewn windows in

a blond wig. Perhaps to shame the barn owls;

the corn silk that drools, swaying in the cutworm breeze.

(These are poems of protest now)

 

Poems collected as you would

unknowingly, fennel tops caught in

my front, city-slicker pocket. You would

hold my hand like deep feelings are held

and it appears that I am the first to admit that self esteem

is the key to meaningful love/

 

These yellow horizons, fata-morgana, then

a rush to ornate shores

amid Coltrane like

Village VanGuard essays of a similar whirl.

 

Past the broken steps, the loud birds, the slow

modal expressions. Far past my silly love words, for

you, lace-front dots in the air. Sen-Sen to drown the fat,

past the smell of rotting mice, the myth of man-made lakes.

(I'll do my best not to die till then)

as life, the July rain drains off you're brusque shoulders.

 

I would gladly invite you over but my

witches hold the doors shut. Overcome,

you had no more fun than the star

that had no more fun to be had. If you noticed,

 

I don't keep tissue around for tears but for the

loves, winged and soft, that smash against the glass;

sweet lotus,

things that cheerfully go away,

dropping.

Reviews

[Corset]

Luuuuuuuuuuucy I'm hooooooommmmme, did you know Lucy made Vivian dress down and frumpy because she was too pretty and because she was jealous? She was afraid Vivian would steal the show. I love Lucy but she was such a witch :P