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This month, we get serious. Our first offering is anonymous. Thanks for sending it in, whoever you are. God only knows what it's about but I like it because it rhymes.
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THE RAIN
My brain itches, my teeth curl
Crying for the rain
Storm clouds tower, but never a shower
Upon the baking plain.
Sometimes I stretch my heart out
Into the soggy air
Aching for you to touch it
If only you were there.
Anon.
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UNTITLED
i wonder what is the exact
shape of the line where your jaw
curves up just behind the lobe of your left
ear.
i would trace it, feather-light, with the
tips of my
fingers.
i wonder what is the exact
texture of the expanse of your
back from shoulder to
hips.
i would warm patchouli oil between my
palms and map each hill and
valley.
i wonder what is the exact
degree of the angle formed when you
sit in this chair, and I
straddle your legs with
mine, and lean forward to kiss your
lower lip.
my body will gauge it, degree by
degree, minute by
minute, second by
second.
be still.
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Judy Jones of Hickory, North Carolina wrote this untitled poem. A bit steamy there, Judy! Take a cold shower qnd read some T. S. Elliot.
Also, it seems like the shift key on Judy's computer was broken.
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Lastly, Hilaire Beloc restores some degree of insanity with this unusual advice for those considering the acquisition of a pet..
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THE PYTHON
A python I should not advise -
It needs a doctor for its eyes,
And has the measles yearly.
However if you feel inclined
To get one (to improve your mind,
And not for fashion merely),
Allow no music near its cage;
And when it flies into a rage
Chastise it, most severely.
I had an aunt in Yucatan
Who bought a python from a man
And kept it for a pet.
She died, because she never knew
These simple little rules and few; -
The snake is living yet.
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