Waves

In the measured displacement of waves
a distant quasar is recorded
swirling the channel of the ear:
It's Love - love on the radio.

(An aside)

(Stepping out through gardens,
Mountains, rivers, oceans,
She sees gods and goddesses
Going about their everyday affairs;
Somedays, they say hello, and
Somedays she watches from a bench
Believing they can't see her there
Pondering how she's often like him,
How much she is so like her
And how she has never been)




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As many words for orgasm

As many words
for orgasm as the Inuit
have for snow, and my old friend
tells me she’s never, so I offer
to take her out to eat, twice;
it doesn’t make sense, she
a sexy woman, me
a language teacher,
the world’s our oyster so to speak,
and not to go out for Paella, whatever,
to discuss The Orgasm in detail,
over a few jugs of fruity Sangria,
seems absurd, peculiar,
however, I never did discover,
if she ever learned to speak Inuit,
back with her partner
now, or not.



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