Wednesday, January 25, 2017

After Marginalia (Frank Samperi)




curtain
pulled back
life


________________________


spigot
drip

answer

me

___________________________


sleeping tree
waking tree
touching
it

_____________________________________________


end 
date
no one
can read

______________________________________

plant
against window
the aureole

a next
best thing

____________________________________________


abandoned mall
the gulls
circle over

not quite
believing

_____________________________


read
some words
some space
out


_____________________________________________


I need
some lamb
someone
thinks
sadly

_________________________________________________


motherless
tree
pity
yourself

__________________________________________________

in 3 mo.
the lilacs
will scour
your conscience

oh threat
of scent

________________________________________

cat food
in sunlight
open
invitation

turkey vultures

R.S.V.P.
by staring

___________________________________

                       in the hospital

flashlight tag
night
for adults


_______________________________________

                        shaft

I love you
I went
into a mine
with you

______________________

                              in my bathroom

the reflection
of an unreal house
in real
tile

_______________________________


horse horse
run
be horse

ash
liquor

you are fine

by yourself

____________________________________


the president
on the t.v.

each morning
in a playpen

the adults
hemming him in

_________________________________________

good night
I tell the cat

shutting the door

on star maps

__________________________________


I feel love
like old Hollywood
star maps

for you

useless brochure

kept in a drawer

___________________________________________

                                dawn

kiss
the night
goodnight

_______________________________


he towed the dark
he was in love


________________________________________


a tree's branch
drooping
flowering
how something
real dangles
feels
a flirtation
often
mistakenly
a world's fruit
even its flowers
have a
simple
means
of
gravity

_________________________________________

banks of

hospital windows
be molten

be the face
of river

dusk Susquehanna

late
clouds

banks of

_________________________________

Tithonus
at morning
what a loser

______________________________


lover
loser
dawn


_____________________________

fermez
la bouche
I hear
in my dead father's
kindest
voice

________________________________


piece of blue
sea glass
on a window sill

what's your problem?

__________________________________________


"here in my branches"
I show
my lover


_________________________


unforetold
riches
under
a rock
sarcasm

_________________________________


I remember
we came upon
a magic carpet
of wild
mayapples
in the woods
behind
its abandoned
baseball field
where it
postured


___________________________________


glass Avon
parrot
blue body
yellow head

taking the light
of a poor window

Egyptian 
flea market

bah

____________________________


a cat's 
cry
a violin

no
difference

no
human
difference

___________________________________


oh photo-
graph
I too 
love
edgelessness
of phenomena

______________________


                                 night river


head 
asleep
headless
asleep
this in
water


________________________________


these words
embody
you


________________________________________


a mild river
abusing
the night

____________________________________


high
and low
meet

where our dent

desire

lives

__________________________________


I put my hands
in wild water
you 
had better
not
be lying

________________________________________


words 
let out
words
let in

poetry

_________________________________

the meaningless
is what 
tingles

in love

_____________________________

he said
bumptiously

sexily

I live
way out
way off

the beaten path

I must
beat it

myself

_________________________


bright tangle
seaweed
green 
lonesome

grey beach
just before
dawn

burping

bubbles

________________________________


to go
to the open
ocean
we drive
through
the Amish

___________________________________


guilt in
guilt out

let's eat
lunch
in a cemetery

_________________________________


how long
can 
the cat
cry
behind
the door

before I come

to my
senses

_________________________


we come to senses
they come
to us

no privacy
in sensuality

________________________

stay married
to me
though
we never
met
nor will
if there is
even a
half-okay
god

_____________________________________

the president
in his playpen
starts up
again

such
lungs

__________________________________


we are
all spiritual
in elevators

___________________________


where I live
yard Marys
and pitbulls

equally
popular

useful

hard


___________________________________


once

as a child
I adopted
an unwanted cat
we already
had one
so it felt
unwanted
by spite
so it
ran away
we looked
and called out
we pasted
and phoned
but she
never came
back

she

now
I think
about her

more 
and more

thirty-five

years 
later

she
surely

got home


_______________________________


a hunk
of broken concrete
where we sat
hanging
over the river

I meant
to say

"cantilevered"

no
it was

hanging

___________________________________________

I believe
in love
and I
believe

in knees

_____________________________

                                     kids 

a ring
of glass
broken
neck
of a bottle

sparkling

placed on limb

branch
of a tree

betrothal

_______________________________


I saw
a u.f.o.
with you

when it
was so
dark

could see
nothing else

you took
my hand

because

it was early

______________________________


we will  move
to the ocean
and both
be witches

massachusetts

switches

_______________________


a tree 
managing
its aura

is not
really
a poem

__________________________________


lit      towards the dark

a fish swims

___________________________


lover

the blinds

go

sensually

_______________________

a restaurant
the world
closed

________________________________

I pass
an apartment building
where you
were crazy
young

I'm walking

slow down

old
crazy people

saunter out

____________________________________

poetry
mostly
off the clock

_________________________

the political correctness
of water

__________________________

I waited
so long
to tell you

this

over there

that's the factory
there
they make doorknobs












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