Sunday, May 31, 2009

And now for your viewing pleasure...

I present, a poem.

dogma

I’m reading your poetry tonight
and it makes me laugh
cockstrong
the turn of a phrase
a word
you know everything
and yet nothing at all
just like that night
Hollywood
and a call girl
what was her name?
Heather.
Ginger.
Ophelia.
I think it was.
we, the three of us,
sat poolside
you listened
for once in your life
she leaned over in her robe
and her bikini top
1:35 a.m.
do you believe in God?
I mean
do you think he has a purpose for
everything
I looked at her bewildered
not knowing where to begin
there’s not enough time
liquor
narcotics
men
in this world
to answer that question
a dark, shadowy figure stepped out
onto the balcony
she made a quick exit
I shed my terrycloth and you
dared me to jump in head first
and said
you know you want to
no one’s watching

but you were

2 comments:

Mary Morrow said...

i like this.
i'm having a hard time understanding part of it... maybe you can explain it in a future post?

Ashly said...

Great topic for the next post, constructing meaning in poetry! :) Thanks!