Sunday, September 2, 2007

Sunday Morning for BJ and Anna: Dialogue Poems and Pancakes

The scene is set Western where the high boy waits on his high horse normative, and moaning for a real lady. Listen, Lady. (as she steps from the train) It’s a cruel mood I’m in and no mistaken. My eye sight might be mortared on your mid parts but my mind is quick as any and You look to me too nice to roll around too nice to roll around in. Look here, there’s a nice room in the inn, and I suggest you wait a while lest some ruffian Let some rough hand head you off and drive out East. You oughtta wait, you oughtta wait right here for the next bound Eastbound train, just turn tail right here. Turn your tail round and right this right here. I hear this here Jacob’s inn has the softest mattresses around. You might want. You might want to roll around, and lace trimmin’ lace on each and every pillow.


Exeunt in Mauve

of an over over-ex
ertion in the garden to

day. Timony and his pet
onions waiting to be cheered,

finally softens but little.
A little dour a mum personage,

aged nineteen and a volume
poorly. Up and check

on her bright stage
pulled across. Each stair

softened to the lame leg,
petunias simply back

drop. Shall read to them
to grow a feeling. Over

each beaded strand
insisting on a visitation.

Aglow. Drawing out
the library its warm lit

face. Faces Timony once
to warrant him be ready.

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