THREE EMILY POEMS
EMILY (BUTCHER)
those serial killer eyes
that butcher’s smock
dead give aways
told you are a poet
I would have put
good money on
you writing
thus exactly
your writing desk an
abbatoir
where you carve and cure
your fillet steak
cut thick or
thin, made
to exact measure
horrible and gorgeous
how when I read
a line
I can taste
the blood
would you like your
poetry rare, Sir, or au
tartare
the potatoes, greens,
well these we can give you
done well done
all the way from
crunchy crisp
to
rock hard
sweeter than sweet when
you sing
the soul’s dark song though
solitary in the darkness, none
so intrepid as
to join, let
alone sing along
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EMILY (SAVAGE)
Oh, my
quiet savage
everything about
you so starched white
yet underneath
along the underbelly
seething
simmering
and me
ready to come to the party
having drunk
a gallon of French symbolism
bordeaux sweet but also
Paris Richelieu
every syllable so smooth
every progression
as seductive
as it might
possibly be
together
let us then
aim for a masterpiece
chuck in a bucket
all that forever contradicting
itself Whitman democracy
sail
down the Seine
go full
Rimbaud
Mallarmé
total
raging Baudelaire.
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EMILY MASHUP
(a Dickinson/Leone mashup)
she good
she bad
and she
way beyond Tuco Ramirez ugly
(very
definition of Nietzsche’s
sense of beyond)
she the three –
way duel, three
pistoleros, shadows
one
self
the civil war graveyard
extreme longshot
close up
zoom
Mexican
stand-off of all time
poems 2 die for 