6.25.2008

2 poems by Allison Rentz

SUCCOR

were it a black
dreamt full
encounter

she pulls me through the crowd
and he pushes me from behind an embrace.sparking
other tinks
positioned.

finally, chafing and weary thighs
request a rest

he dropped bills in coupons into
my open gift bag

yeah! coffee
and lord vador in full regalia
to follow

the puller girl phones requesting;
my space movement for the tomorrow picnic

but i am not a ho, officer listening in the line.
how do you explain the coffee
and working for the evil umpire?
eeeeeeeeeeeeee


* * * * *


unscented tinged
metallic wafts up hairs/dissarrayyd

watchat

pushes down the shoulder
ing of anti=reason

were there many sticks
substituting
sound

tangles.

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