Deidre

January 27, 2008 – 1:21 am

And the grandfathers said you shall be wed to this man
And you went to the river and said how much I love this man
And the time he touched you seemed well yea
And all the right things happen to him but not to you
And the garden is sprawling with beautiful things
And you end up in the same places
And the grandfathers said you shall be wed to this man
And they went and wrote it down in the book that no black is to appear on these walls
And that all shall be as it was and as it shall be
And that you shall be wed to this man
And they imagined the love you would make his cock and your tits
And they nodded at each other over cigars ashed to the fingertips
And you went to the river and thought
And you saw his face on the face of the river
And you thought of the time you touched him
And seemed well yea
And they nodded and thought of your tits and his cock
And thought and said you shall be wedded
And you went to the river and you thought
And you touched the face of the water with your bare foot
And you thought of the granfathers in their rocking chairs
And his cock and your tits
And you looked at the moon and thought unromatic things
And you looked at the rocks and touched them with your eyes
And it seemed unromantic romantic

Better a place known

  1. One Response to “Deidre”

  2. Nice stuff here, I like the contrasting between poetry and prose. You have a nice voice.

    By Cary Rant on Feb 1, 2008

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