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“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Three

THE BASING OF FLOWERS

I have sought

and found

nothing

other than

wild withering

mouths and multitudes

of mounds

stuffing to each man-

manacled maw

the logique of logic

or the brazen brassy bend

of bickering, chittering war.

But you, you,

when were your flowers

strewn, when did your leaves

leave you pale

in the tall and wild wind-

wailing of plattered petals,

drunk heads wheedling you –

an exoneration of all

exoneration, a paltry

bad evaporation

of urinal dew?

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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