Yves Bonnefoy
I persuaded him to live on credit
reading on the outskirts of town
near the oil refinery I worked in
& everything was a creep or a ghoul
aiming for the shortest night in history
my girlfriend toiled in a cafeteria
& we estimated the distances
it all looked like a Martian movie
galoots and wastrels bullies and finks
waiting at the last stages of their shift
come down I said listen to a live one
push you past our granite days
the skeptics protested clocked out
tried to clock me too they missed
Yves Bonnefoy I loved your name.
© 2012 Rob Schackne
No comments:
Post a Comment