I want to do a complaint now. Which is to say simply that a hypertrophied prostate, whatever women and other such novices may choose to believe, is quite precisely not my idea of a @3baba au rhum@1 at the Chez Paul or a Sunday outing with the laureate or a grandiluminarious sunset display over the park, etc. Also it is somewhat not like strawberry shortcake. On the contrary it is that insidious, invidious last drip which always waits, the inner adversary, till I'm upzipped, helpless, and heading out, to slip down my thigh like a seed of dying ice, leaving a streak on my pants, which is not nice. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VOLPONE: TO CELIA by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS ALL GOATS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY THE RUNES ON WELAND'S SWORD by RUDYARD KIPLING MR. FLOOD'S PARTY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |