FACE VALUE

FACE VALUE

surrender
why won’t you?

this is a poem
where it behoves you
to lie
  back, get
immersed

allow me
to spoon you
every word

ladle the best
this page
dare offer, upon
and
  all over you

no Chinese torture this
exquisite drenching
to the core

and nowhere to
be
  felt or
seen
  the slovenly snafu
of a typo

but if
   there is to be this
misery, this raven
of chaos,
    of cosmic glitch

let us
    cut it down
to size

pocket book pocket it
(not pocket battleship)

and cheek
to cheek (with supreme cheek)
simply take it at face value