XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments   
   From: sword@no-dennis.net   
      
   On 2005-03-02 Will Dockery (feardevil420@yahoo.com) said:   
      
      > A pretentious load of crap, Karla. Hope this helps.   
      
   How 'bout this one?   
      
   KARLA>   You are not a poet   
   KARLA>   
   KARLA>   If I braved speaking to you   
   KARLA>   with you   
   KARLA>   (not knowing keeps me home)   
   KARLA>   I'd paint the summer in Fauve   
   KARLA>   mustard sun pressing us against the porch   
   KARLA>   you whispering "ma mere.."   
   KARLA>   blood lips from blood wine pursed   
   KARLA>   in vowels you'd mastered caring for children   
   KARLA>   of some director in an arondissement   
   KARLA>   far from the Left Bank of my yearnings.   
   KARLA>   "Repetez" and I'd swallow wine for courage   
   KARLA>   turning as the wind shifted plums bronzed in the afternoon   
   KARLA>   bells with no sound.   
   KARLA>   
   KARLA>   Last summer of a time   
   KARLA>   you and your mad father the doctor   
   KARLA>   me and my flight from a cult   
   KARLA>   were stories we invoked and dispelled.   
   KARLA>   
   KARLA>   Such treaties held back the roar   
   KARLA>   awhile.   
   KARLA>   
   KARLA>   Four babies and husband gone   
   KARLA>   I hear how you wander crazy to lucid   
   KARLA>   and files are kept of your threatening letters   
   KARLA>   to judges and the President.   
   KARLA>   
   KARLA>   You are not a poet   
   KARLA>   so madness consoles --   
   KARLA>   let me purse this pain.   
   KARLA>   
   KARLA>   Only the firm voice of my friend shakes my hand from the phone.   
   KARLA>   
   KARLA>   Into the twilight of my hesitation   
   KARLA>   you are whispering "la danse"   
   KARLA>   but the plums like hung black angels   
   KARLA>   do not touch the ground.   
   KARLA>   
   KARLA>   Karla   
   KARLA>   7/8/02   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)