Issue One - Dan Wilcox
Love Poem
(after Richard Brautigan)
It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them
when you know they wish you
were someone else.
Ordering Lunch
"How do you want it?"
she asks
and I'm not quite sure
what she is talking about.
Waiting for my beer
listening to the jukebox reggae
I look at the smooth white
contours of her tee shirt
the dark animal fur of her eyes
her honey hair like morning light.
Waiting for Bob Marley
to reach the chorus
I touch the soft warmth of her arm
and almost tell her.
Poems About Poetry
We speak with water on our tongues...
-Charles Olson
The waves are calling us
from the Circle of Moms
quite modestly undressed.
In my sunglasses
in the green reflection
I am a stranger
to myself my cock
restless beneath kites
pressed into the sand.
With a room-key in my pocket
I wear what you see
& walk the beach towards town.
I watch the horizon blend
& when it was over I was there
without saying the word “end”.