You write notes to New York
those divas of design harrying and irk
in ten long piano fingers
in those two faded sports bras
I daydream escape potentialities
marching knuckleheads through the
byways of rural Mississippi
fatherhood in neon vests
armored and gas-powered drills
you lay on your white stomach, vibrate
fantasize those virginal boys
suffocating under unwieldy curls
in your funk depression
crying out for pleasure
for justice
maybe love
I have nightmares I'll never see you again
Mississippi will swallow me whole
life's torrent flow will sweep me away
an inexhaustible current
pulled from your lips hands eyes
heart and blood
perhaps from your memory too.
TA
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