whisper of yellow globes gleaming on lamp-posts that sway like bootleg licker drinkers in the fog and let your breath be moist against me like bright beads on yellow globes telephone the power-house that the main wires are insulate (her words play softly up and down dewy corridors of billboards) then with your tongue remove the tape and press your lips to mine till they are incandescent | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ABSINTHE-DRINKER by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS IDEOGRAM by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY THE SECOND BROTHER; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES CAN YOU HEAR IT? by THERESA DRULEY BLACK FIVE LITTLE WANDERINGS: 5. AGE by BERTON BRALEY THE WILD HORSE by MARY ANN BROWNE SONG OF A TURF-SOD by WILLIAM A. BYRNE |