Diane Lockward is one of the most genuine people I know only through
e-mail; plus a true poet. Kudos.
On Wed, Dec 3, 2014 at 1:15 AM, [log in to unmask] <
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> I love 'burgles poets better lines / because I don't have their car
> keys'
>
>
> >----Original Message----
> >From: [log in to unmask]
> >Date:
> 02/12/2014 22:37
> >To: <[log in to unmask]>
> >Subj: Poem/really
> snap, "Diane Lockward's Prompt"
> >
> >Diane is a very good
> poet who offers period online prompts. I picked up
> >on this one. Don't
> know why.
> >
> >DIANE LOCKWARD'S PROMPT
> >
> >Describe, Diane says, something
> you wholly love.
> >It is an exercise and I cannot do it because
> >there
> is nothing anymore about which I care.
> >
> >No one loved. I am not
> passionate, I am gall, heartburn.
> >I am a thief who burgles better
> poets' lines
> >because I do not have their car keys.
> >
> >Perhaps you mean
> my cat? Oh, I love him,
> >he does not walk in beauty, but instead
> >like
> a conqueror, my crotch is his realm
> >
> >or he strides with firm prance
> across my desk.
> >Who am I to whine, no one at all,
> >I can wince from
> pain but still I'll feed him,
> >
> >how bad then can it be, and it is not,
>
> >it is travels far less tangled than my own, where
> >nothing ever
> happened of excitement,
> >
> >even my '67 trip to Mexico, we got laid,
> >we
> got drunk, smoked dope, climbed a pyramid, none of it
> >seemed to
> happen, for it was all lost in a fog:
> >
> >tequila and pulque and pot,
> and still I was too young
> >to feel what I felt or see what I saw, too
> dense
> >to see how I was being misshaped for my future.
> >
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