written on your skin
I have a story, a novel that I write
every day and it goes like
A woman is in love with a man only
he does not seem to catch on
She tries to get his attention
and he falls in love with her
best friend or baseball
I haven't decided yet
Anyway she gives up when
aliens come to earth!
It is on CNN and YouTube
One of them falls in love with
the woman or baseball
Hijinks ensue! Followed by
passionate lovemaking
of the cross-species variety
a tentacle here, an eyestalk there
until everyone comes, everyone's overjoyed
Apocalypse averted, God returns
A veritable Eden of gold apples
Lightning no longer frightens small
animals and children, and the dead
rise in glorious soft white bodies
luminescent effusions of pure emotion
reuniting all that was lost with all that was won
Yes and the Cubs win the World Series
Only when I sit down to write
Magnum Opus as the book's titled
I think of you
the way laughter erupts from you
and all I can think is
How can I write what is not
the heart of a man
throbbing for a woman
who does not seem to catch on?
All the poems in our world
written on your skin
or flickering inside my skull
are worth more than moments
dulled by separation anxiety
Which reminds me
to coat the naked story
by looping back each gratuitous detail
over a landscape of smeared colors
brought to reality through a deceived eye
panels of past blurs and blobs
matching patterns of present impressions
verisimilitude layered onto prose
like fondant icing a wedding cake
The boy and girl waiting for their mom and dad
at the bus stop long past when their bus is due
standing in the short cut grass
the girl throwing yellow pollen balls and foxtails
the boy tugging her violently by her quilted pink coat
What if their parents never arrive?
All the poems I say are worth sunshine
rivers, canyons, beaches, deserts
snow, Sierras, caverns, forests
moonlight, city light, stars, meteors
flying saucers, coffee cups, cream
French press, your clothes draped
on the back of the chair
as I kiss the nape of your neck
Buy my book by joining me
I want you in my arms
You've already filled the pages
There is no other poem but this