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April Love,
April Love,
so your name tag read today.
I saw you in the drugstore drive-thru.
I was that guy with the shiny red car,
sunglasses,
and my grandmother,
patiently waiting for her medication next to me.
April Love,
April Love,
You make me think of
Mars in May,
June in July,
and kisses in August.
April Love,
April Love,
you'll never taste the icing of this cake,
never know that someone out there
was so smitten with your name
that he wrote a poem for you today.
April Love,
April Love,
I hope you name your daughter Hope,
'cause maybe the world will be a better place.
April Love,
so your name tag read today.
I saw you in the drugstore drive-thru.
I was that guy with the shiny red car,
sunglasses,
and my grandmother,
patiently waiting for her medication next to me.
April Love,
April Love,
You make me think of
Mars in May,
June in July,
and kisses in August.
April Love,
April Love,
you'll never taste the icing of this cake,
never know that someone out there
was so smitten with your name
that he wrote a poem for you today.
April Love,
April Love,
I hope you name your daughter Hope,
'cause maybe the world will be a better place.
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Cajun Boy
Cajun Boy
I came to be in the murky
depths of a forgotten bayou.
I learned to walk on cypress knees.
Mosquitoes tattooed flags on my flesh
staking their claim for one
insect empire or another.
I was weaned on swamp water gumbo
and fried things I cant name
served over rice.
Tabasco flowed through my veins,
pumped by a zydeco heartbeat.
I learned to dance, barefoot,
on a long dirt road that stretched
between nowhere and nowhere
with a girl named Anna,
or was it Marie?
Maybe it was both.
I learned lifes secrets
from the blue heron and
wise whiskered catfish
and a bitch hound in heat
in grandpas dog run
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Dreamcatcher
Men. Men with guns. Why not? Two of them, two men, and in keeping with my usual themes they'll be brothers. The older of the two, that's Jack—and while we're on the subject, the younger one's Lawrence. God, just looking at them, you're reminded—they're the kind of people who can remind you—of what the difference is between the merely good-looking and the truly beautiful, between those of us who are fine to look at and those of us who are fine the same way a masterpiece is fine. These two men, our brothers, are really and truly handsome, so handsome it's almost painful sometimes to look at them.
You see them out of the corner of your eye in t
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We Watched Ourselves Dissipate
we caught our breath with butterfly nets
and exhaled
the pieces of each other's wings
that stuck in our lungs.
the sky gave a shiver and the stars
unsealed, their firefly cores shimmering
and fluttering
toward us.
plucking them from the air, they slip
between our fingertips
and fall like butterfly wings
to the ground.
we conduct the celestial engagement with
our metallic hearts
that control this unsteady rhythm of
love crescendos
and staccato love-making.
like conductors in an orchestra.
our lives write the love songs.
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Yes, this really happened. No, she doesn't know this exists. No, she wasn't that attractive. Yes, I just really liked her name.
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This is quite lovely. And what a nice name indeed. (: