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| THE PORN FORT In my youth in the wet woods I crawled inside Like the cave at Lascaux but filled with centerfolds And when I was older I built one. But now my wife is a stack of porno the feminine side of a stale marriage with a staple in her belly. |
| ( haiku ) and the dried flowers shudder in a winter breeze- long shadows at night |
| CLEARCUT I camped a clearcut where atop the razor's edge I see what they saw |
| THE SNAKES Among the hardest things to spot are snakes hiding in the grass, lying in wait ready to prey on you- though enjoying your fear, and killing you already. |
| THE VISITOR Like a polite visitor I come into your life telling you how beautiful it is & how wonderful you are- Then I'm gone- leaving a quiet unease as if still there. |
| THE STRANGERS What if Christ was the selfish kid who didn't share his candy ? What if he wasn't the sports star, but stood on the sidelines out of boredom and watched instead ? What if he were the stranger, the rogue master, the masochist, or the reluctant bohemian ? What if he lived in Idaho, or in a basement- and said little, & listened to drunks ? What if he bummed cigarettes, kited checks, lived on credit, or accepted free beer ? What if he drank from a can, didn't put the seat up, or forgot your name ? What if he had been discoverd 1,000 times and was left for dead again & again ? Would you relate to him then ? |
| THE DARK HARBOR All these loves still have harbor in my head. Those broken hearts my tragedies moored there always. And while they are behind these eyes I am in over my head. So I can only gasp for air but never breathe. And I am drowning in that dark harbor deep & alone inside my own skull. |
| (c) copyright Louis Pirro 1997-2001 |
