Classic Poem

All night
candle shadows
make
Bold FAT cupids
dance
In the cloud-tossed
heaven of this
forbidden bed
HIPS
streamlined from
thornless buttocks
Seedrich the belly
and the branches
torpedo thighs
SNOW
the sharp alpine breasts
the hands
PIGEONS
Fluttering at the wrists
Not for sodden sleepers SHE
but a gala night
of chinese lanterns
In the lover's mind
Not for a hurried lover SHE
in her body march armies
Yet she is herself
line for line
performing
As glaciers perform
the bitter agony of design
In her mind is what
becomes a fish
Leaping from a stream at night
unseen
BACK
Into the stream
night speaks to her
a river
Flowing under ice unseen unseen
She takes up the day
like a black dress
to wear
At long meals with her mother
Her mother her mamma her mahmah HER MAMAN
Who sits
a stiffly upholstered chair
tall back flat bottom
arms
Ending in claws
the general decorations
In which an old man
Might comfortably poison himself

Juno Venus Amazon
My tall one
Must you be always a potato
in its ugly jacket
Leave that sow your mother
Come whiteness
before your buttocks
are no longer bold
And your belly
is the concern
of three doctors
and one nurse
Rather than one poet
and many songs
Juno my tall one
come
quickly
I will make a song for you
like a white screen
On which the words
are written
beautiful
and strange
as