JUKEBOX
we had love
hard and soft love together
in my dreams
or maybe
your dream
difficult to say
how must claim authorship,
location and territory
so receptive our separate states
given you
had been studying a
painting by Miro,
I, for my part, reading
Neruda
poetry from a time when
Communism was sexy
full of the surreal
and carnival
potential
and Professot Slavoj Zizek,
archetype of
Lacanian pessimist
was young in years, wet
behind the ears
little more to speak of
than mere
slip of a
Slovenian lad
Prince’s sign of the times
song on
the jukebox before
we
did
our dance
poems 2 die for 