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Best Poems Written by David Lasoff

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Brown-Eyed Girl Loving

Down you upside hanging
By me danger dangling by
Bellybutton unsweatering

You sprite! Grin giggling
At me look laughing at
Legs in blue jean wrapping

You and tree branch playing
Just me girl game watching just
Wrists undressing, lil' tushy out peaking

On you keep swing-a-linging
For me song singing for
Finger gifts wind-dancing

By magic kisses you blowing
To me mush gushing to
Face o' yours flushing

You red from blood rushing
And me too blushing and
Feet maryjaned still on holding

To you boy-toying
After me trick scheming after
Hands stretch straight reaching

And you too much fun having
With me joke teasing, fooling with
Hair clean scenting the air swim-swishing

Around you and your Mom's calling
For me heart racing for
You and me to play without falling

For you too young for boy friending
For now me too young for dreaming for
Brown-eyed girl loving.

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The Edge's Mill Inn

I came to rest 
At the Edge's Mill Inn
But that old smell missed
I just smelled again.

The longing quenched 
My surprise of you 
Then I knew
The old smell here

Was that old smell there 
In your home at Spring Ridge Farm
And the longing kept
Coming in waves.

So,  I went up to my bed 
In the Joseph Baugh room
Filled with seafaring things 
And a theme of sailor dreams
Where I arose at three
And stole the silken rose
Red from those 
In Gail's make-as-they-stay librarae.

Then swiftly like an old salt 
Raising the main sail I drove 
To Spring Ridge Farm 
In the night 
Where you slept 
Inside with that old smell
That I could not smell
And left that rose not living
Trapped in your front door

And drove back 
To the Edge's Mill Inn
To that old smell missed
I just smelled again.

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The Late Night Phone Call

So what's up?  She asked,
Turning Dave down.
It's me once again
Please Dear, don't frown

And don't laugh too much either
At the worst thing for sure
I got from your haystack
Seems there's still yet no cure.

About your Mom...
She won't answer my letter
But you wouldn't have anything to do with that
Could you help and make it better?

So how long's it been?  She asked,
Not really knowing.
Too many moons
Oh dear, perhaps I should be going

'though let's hang on a bit longer
Since we don't talk real much
Anything I can do for you?
Should we try to stay in touch?

Do you need some help for something
That you and yourself can't handle?
For the sake of los gemelos
Do you ever light a candle?

So where've you been?  She asked,
Too tired to fight the yawn.
Oh here and there and all over
Yes Dear, someday we'll yak 'til dawn

But, do you have enough to live on?
And your children are they well?
Is there a man to fix the broken things?
It's okay for you to tell.

Oh well, you're sleepy now
You need to go to bed
Sweet dreams to make you happy, Dear
After the line goes dead.

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Poetry Wadi

Will the well run dry
This think and feel flow?

Or maybe there's an alchemy down here
Catalytically constructing stanzas
Like spiders to kill prey weave webs...

A little spit - that's all it takes
Voila!  Another catching verse
But is it too terse
Too trite too cliche?

Touche!  A score to the heart
With the epistemological epee
Evoking lovers truths
And could-be living issues.

Is this water fresh?
Come, make us an oasis
Where camel-backed readerettes
Store up their own ponderings greening

'gainst east-winded wanderings driving
A dry thirst through deserts without
Wellsprings of a wet word heard
By travel-wearied women.

And this poetry wadi...
A mirage maybe merely
But perhaps only mostly
Deep weeps of mad me.

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Ur

Contained by myself
Drawing the wages of the bombed out present day
Away from his story, now my story but
Finding no plastic to pay for Plathist words

To say What?  He can look at me here now
A shell of a father's folly soon spent
Gone by are his probably more than a million days, my maybe ten thousand
Reading daily local evenings untreasured sent went.

Driving far away on the forward roll that's keeping me
For the count of the return from the battles' exchange
Him leaving here, me coming here
Wandering kine all cross without dinar fortunes miss to christen this range.

Brown floured sand in my ears
The prize in a fight with words undeciphered yet
He spoke this way, I utterly mumble "Ur" so unschooled
Meandering donkeys forefeet cord-tied won't forfeit the Bedouin bet.

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Slippery Roots

I could have fallen
Stepping down the hill slope
On the slippery roots
Not wearing my work boots
Just rubber-soled sneakers turning down Main.

A new-balanced moment
Walking back to my room
By tenement house-caves
A descendent of slaves
Hammers his clapboards shut to shield out the rain and his pain.

Not quite just like him but almost
On my bottom
Wet with a sore and muddy rear
Instead, the familiar is different not near
Packaged in new jeans and things to gain.

This inheritance tumbles and rumbles
Passed the times before rhymes
That bygone old day
The way my crimes pay
My children and their children with stain.

More slippery roots
Like too much candy
On Halloween night
After all my fright
Do I hide what's left in my closet and feign

There's no illness within?
I'm fine to revisit tomorrow
My little dark place
With a travel-smudged face
To leave behind my unghostly presence in vain.

Once there was fair dreaming
Release from wretched remembering
But now just the put-together-puzzle shackles dank
And the spurn of spinning tires in a snow bank
Out of time, missing the only train.

Just slippery roots
Left to not trip on
My bags are all packed but the laundry's still damp
One last letter brief needs a lick for the stamp
I go to my strange land by plane.

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My Cane

Yesterday, I walked the lane
Where once I lived 
And found my cane
Not yet a cane

But only just a dogwood limb
Barked and petalled still
Lying in the lane
Within a boy's dream

And I thought back then 
When fifteen years were all I had 
To make my cane a Moses staff
To walk through all the world.

So, I sawed the broken branch
And deflowered those pink blooms
And skinned her naked
Bathing her in good shellac

But I didn't know then
She'd be my lover to be 
Kept by the corner of my bed
She waits for me

To come home to her
For me to hold her
And caress her now yellowed curves
She wishes I would stay.

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Money Penny

Peaking up from her desk
She sees him walk in again
Such an Adonis this suited man
How the butterflies flutter
Does it show?  Oh no-
Here he comes to talk
His cologne, his walk
Hello Money Penny
Hello James, been well?
She's not well she thinks
If only he could see me
What a great lover I'd be
Take me James, please
Right here, right now
Always these thoughts and how
She only ever says
M wants to see you straight away
And Q needs you down in the laboratory
When will his time ever be hers?

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I Wanted Maxfield Parrish

I wanted Maxfield Parrish
For you and with only you
A dream I know
A laugh to you?
Oh, how it couldn't be.

Now, there's been no point
For  a long time for any apologies
As much as I want to give them, you know
Ridiculous and hollow to you?
Yeah, what could I say?

How about thanks 
For the pain and the longing
A surprise I know
A bad joke to you?
But I'm serious.

This is our paradise present
For the past and the waste
It seems to make sense I know
A mere nothing to you?
That's fine.

If you need us to be dead
For my wrongs and your pity
A shame I know
Any burden to you?
Let go of it.

What I see is a tomorrow
For you and with you
A lot of chutzpah I know
Is it the putative old sick obsession just re-twisted?
See for yourself.

Today my guaranteed fare thee well is here
For you and yours
A shock I know
My goodbye is another lie to you?
No, my Love.

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The Front

Your eyes look out right through me
Looking your way, so to speak
So you see
What you must say, say facing me
With tongue and lips not weak.

Put me up and now see you
Putting someone down; it's easy
Without a clue
Around the town, back on the farm
Making your women queasy.

At battle's edge you'll find me
On either side, I am the same
I still must stand
Where soldiers died or be removed
Becoming mame.

Your sex engorging c-c-come to me
Standing out, all pink all red
Prevent my pee
And you can shout, pout, blush-quake-moan
For me, released when in your bed.

I bring the seasons many
Whether or not you like it
Days to be
Wet and hot, never before any
Like me, I can't anymore won't anymore don't want to stop it.

But if you look and see me from the other side
That's not me looking back
So you decide
How you must be, just needing me for nothing?
Oh no, you know the one thing, that's really something that you lack.