Lost It by Eileen Myles

Manhattan is one of the great places in the world to ride a bicycle and for instance tonight it was Myra’s birthday so she and Chana, her girlfriend . . .

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  1. thomasbrady said,

    September 6, 2009 at 12:17 pm

    Verbosity Is A Tree

    for Eileen Myles

    Verbosity is a tree
    And all its leaves are poetry.
    My friends stand on the solid ground.
    I have appointments with them in town.
    Over coffee we three
    Shall sing intricasies of poetries.
    You shall pick up books looking at I for you.
    No picnic shall defy our thunder.
    We shall talk into the wee hours.
    Our water bottles shall become mustard seeds for flowers,
    Weeds picked in central park where wee love cowers
    Shall be stuffed into those bottles, too.
    Then, we’ll lie half-asleep and wonder.