It Doesn’t Much Matter

Once a year, I like grasping bags, eating candy valentine hearts,/ scrawled with a tender message./it’s second nature,/smitten by the eye and teeth,/destroyed by the tongue/for me, bleeding in your blue womb,/like everyone’s new friend/someone only you adore,/no footmen, no stooges./Therefore reap what I had before,/on nights we watch it take place,/wait for each other to breath deep,/tinker with the coffee machine./Delayed noises, the fall of chips/rattling of poker dice./I guess they vend these things in time./Progress reports on the reptiles in your tubes./Instead of winning you over,/birth takes place,/ among younger fools,/at pony rides, auctions, inside second hand stores

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s