"if you do not wake up, i will have to stop feeding you."
the flies have become dellusional.
they are flailing in dizzy circles-
ballroom dancers on a cocaine binge
how embarrassing for them they've all arrived naked.
i tell them, "sirs, i cannot follow.
your steps are not harmonious.
and if you would only stop long enough
for me to clean up her blood
i could teach you a thing or two about timing."
"silent french films on the a.m. radio."
i'll never use the word love in a love poem
but i've already done it twice.
i'm writing to tell you that i've swerved into oncoming traffic
it shouldn't have felt as good as it did
this doesn't mean i don't care about you-
i just needed to know what it's like
shake before i've been toughed
instead of shaking after
- KEITH BUCKLEY
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