I Have Poems
I have poems that would rather sleep
with women than be written down,
that stumble round in unmade rooms,
unwashed & unafraid -
poems in search of tongues that have
no answers to the world’s problems and
don’t pretend to, that have no tips about
what to do in Fukushima
other than dance the night away -
poems with scars that desire
touch, having spent themselves
in the company of the deaf,
craving love & death with equal breaths,
between a gasping nakedness that
knows its place and the price you pay
for loving much and too unwisely.
I have poems that left home years ago
without so much as a phone call or fax,
huddled in the eternity of a Tuscan train,
watching, unnoticed, as the visiting soloist
practices Brahms, dreaming as the carriage rocks,
her fingers dancing on the fret-less case.
Copyright © Billy Marshall Stoneking | Year Posted 2013
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