THE APPLE SAUCE POEM
The West Desk Window 9:55pm
when I was a child
I had a fantasy
of getting locked inside
a grocery store
overnight
free to eat anything my heart desired
& do you know what I picked?
I picked apple sauce
The West Desk Window 9:55pm
when I was a child
I had a fantasy
of getting locked inside
a grocery store
overnight
free to eat anything my heart desired
& do you know what I picked?
I picked apple sauce
The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:33pm
How not to change lives & still sleep
in 3 easy steps:
1) Buy 22 Bars of Silver & lock Them in The Bank
2) Don’t buy a funny-shaped House on The Hawk
to rent to Kristine Zoodedoo
or Hunter’s Secretary
Who said She would move to The Hawk
like a tornado
3a) Don’t ask Your Daughter repeatedly
for Her Opinion on kitchen design features
3b) Eat left-over macaroni
& drink plenty of water out of the tap
of Your Tawdry Fridge
The Hawk West Desk Window January 7th 10:55pm
The Swimming Pools of Dallas
shone like American Indian Turquoise Necklaces
strung around the kind of Suburbia
I would never see as clearly from the ground
as I could see from My Graduate’s Plane
taking Me across the Midlands of The US
to meet a man with whom I had barely corresponded
to find His Bed available
but attached by The String:
“You would be any man’s desire but
I’m saving My Self for Marriage”