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notes on the Ceratiidae
(warty sea devils)
for Chinaski
Henry,
bourbon before breakfast
might
be your brace before wine
like
grace before tine at the feast
I,
however, am going to at least
pretend
to still be elegant
and
drink some tea
while
fitting into the skin
of
a dirty old man
who
I am despite
eternal
immaturity
doesn't
show the tease
of
my unkempt appearances
circumstances
dictate
environmentalisms
of poems
such
as this one
mid
forties woman
with
an ass bigger than
it
might have been twenty years ago
she
was casually playing with her hair
pretending
to take stock
in
the furnishings
and
bric-a-brac
at
ye old twenty four hour
corner
cafe and rathskellar
that
I happen to haunt myself in
there
was a dry cleaners next door
I
imagined she was waiting
for
some finery/ maybe she would
just
let me sniff the sleeves
I
smile when she looks
fish
hooked furtive
casting
glances my way
I
watch her turn quickly
pretending
to catch hold
of
something remembered
almost
daring me to chase her
into
the unknowns
of
her something else
who
knows what her poem
may
be Henry
anglerfish
bioluminescence
for
all I know
maybe
she plays the silk rope
and
bedpost gambles
desperate
dimorphism
maybe
she more than likes
hiking
hemlines
highlighting
spot cleans
in
the dark seedy parts
of
any under-bellied town
maybe
she peruses to leave bruises
where
men’s hearts, souls
and
cocks used to be
