Frank: this is a wonderful poem! Thanks (and I'll be back soon to
challenge you in the chocolate-boxing ring)--Candice
>a young woman swings
>her hair side to side
>getting mail
>
>*
>
>we saw a cock
>in the Valley of the Moon
>the color of autumn vineyards
>a ripe persimmon tree
>
>*
>
>a song and dance man
>wrote. all day, turning leaves
>
>
>II.
>blood water semen tears
>
>drinking stout
>from a glass
>of naked women
>
>*
> (for DG)
>He leans out and looks upon the open
>shiny black roads bordering the sand
>
>on the tips of his toes
>to pierce the horizon
>
>*
>
>A convertible Galaxy that's what I want
>shake rattle and roll
>my own hair
>in all directions
>
>
>- Frank Parker
|