CURRY

Neck the relapse systems fail,
in interlocked arms, the dumb prevail.
From Castle Walls the world revives,
Its sick sad song of empty lives,
Forbidden stupors, longed for nest,
She cancels cells, and tests her chest, 
Among the silent verbal realm,
Tittering from tallest elm,
The long erupting sist capsizes,
love never felt for curry.
In Perfect Mieder
January 1994

Wouldn't you like to drink at Café Dante's?
Don't you love those Scarry Belafontes
Driven to chewing by the everpresent hammering, 
Of a dried up conscience hammering.

Driven to stammering lisped antidotes,
Again ignored by even hopeless peasants.
I beg you for some boredom
I beg you not to tease,
I beg you to take me to that verbal striptease.

My patience had an unearthly disease,
It checked out long ago and left no forwarding address.
Your exclamations always end with Jeez, 
Stop telling me that I should read Tess (of the Durbervilles).

Yesterday, her holes were backed by icons, 
Today her prayers are covered with cess.

{POETRY}