6 Poems not by, nor for, Robery Creeley

I attempted

to Fit

my Body

or, Voice/in

your Form

felt so

claustrophobic

so oppressed

in the

a-ha~!

moments

never

felt so

dull

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In Chicago, my Mercy

is generous. The Unrest

covers the South in Broad Stroke, Faces

to a crack, the Hunger flowers

in your Thigh—

This Weather is so Meager, she Sighed.

Names come later in

life, a Beer by the River,

under the Sears, Towering, Above

the Time, she Passes by, involved

in Turmoil, yet her Eyes/on me

are Fond, Sugar Lumps, turns

to sit/her Skirt

shifts, Thimples,

slipping/in

sight of Wind

“the could begin”

the Expansion

of this Subject

but

instead will

finish

my Beer, while

her Left

Leg, under

the Table

slyly

moves

up my

Thigh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

a Heavy, Person

owns

the Space

because

Stairs, rarely

wearily

lug—[ing]

—ly

the

bulbous

form

smiling

from behind

“it’s just

gas”

it’s not

funny

this burning

inside

Head

side

cocked

& the

Seductive

way, I

ache

in my

Eyes

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Coronation on the Bypass

under the grey Bridge, I think

about the Insistence of

touch me on

the Head, when we’re

lost

in Heat, lying

in

the Middle of

the Moan of

your

Pink

Heart’s whisper:

Retreat

Now what

Kills me, no

one

will

know

about

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Whole of

The rainy

Drive, I

cried

Home

couldn’t

Begin to

Grow

Without

You

Good

News

Flew

Out

The

Door

& into

My

sudden

Smiling

Heart

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In Youth, I

drank, some

to stay

the Down

I was

Down

they’d

say

“fuckers”

feeling

ashamed

fingering

my mishaps

nightly I

begged

apart, from—

at Home, in

a small

room

comforting

her strange

clots contend

our Perfect

model

of Personal

sloom