"real" poetry can ... reproduce the hidden music we are all born hearing but lose as we grow up.

- Anne Stevenson

Sunday, December 25, 2011

You pulled sextant to the wind
                        (   jazz for cats, a fantastic wormy thing  )
do you know how to use a sextant?
They look like marvelously complicated,
erudite things.
There's a spot for you to look through I
hope you could see me through there,
because I'll be standing on the shore, shouting semaphore at you - no easy
feat - so perhaps You'll make faster charts.

I'd draw a map, but you know how horrible my handwriting is.

If only I could
stop the sun and
tell him to calm down
for a second because - hey dude -
there's people down here, and
they want to see you.

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