Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Are you warm, are you रियल, Margot? Margot?

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To a Woman Looking For Margot
in MY Yahoo Junk Mail Box


O! M was a beauteous dream
melodioso to hum and to shadow
through brambles and such.

A cloud swimming through the goddamn cosmos,
asphalt in a fog, a locomotive in May.



I know her/ only in spirit. (She loved
her spirits).

And M, O! M. What mystery, what spirit,
what joie. What schwa!

No mail box could hold her.

The tenor of her voice was as poignant
as pryamids crumbling in sweet Egyptian sunlight
and sharp, sharp stars.

Brrrrrrrr.
The moon would be her province.
And I shall not/ touble you with mine.

I hope you find your Margot.

I hum, I hope.



--mge/au
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