(for Joyce Carol Oates, with thanks for Where are you going, Where have you been?)
You down there!
On the shining path;
Hustling that toaster
Into your bath,
Making plans!
Writing letters,
Fervidly seeking to
Loosen fetters
That stay you to the rock!
That holds you from the path,
Ending all the narrative
Within a hollow laugh;
Useless as the weather!
Swirling in the brain,
The keenest void of sound
That equivocates the pain
Of a clammy, sticky mouth
And a tongue that has no end,
Giving you a taste
The nip before you comprehend.
Flooding all your senses
So you may not apprehend,
I’m blowing you a kiss
From my easy-going Friend.
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