Tuesday, May 10, 2011

mcccxciv

Skin-Graft of a King

Hold fast your slippery bosom!
Ran into the middle of your name
rocking out on a Mac in the middle
of the ocean (as I recall, you served me

a slice of water and a bug).  Remind 
me to tell you that when you moved to
Ashland was the beginning of time.
I cherish all previous moments, too,

but beyond that I can’t write.  Runny
eggs are not my specialty.  Complete
with a poetry reading in the middle of
nowhere.  A spontaneous.  Round the

room and over the couch.  Parking in
the familiar and playing the (finger-
tips might remember the score
but wake up new each day) dream-

ing about pianos.  I found a white one
for you.  I wrapped it up to keep it
from the sunlight.  It’s waiting up-
stairs with a big blue bow on it.