Poems 1960-2010

DEAR SEPTIMUS,

I like Iowa (I really do like it).
The people are friendly & I am not
wch saves time & prevents my
habitual adulterous liaisons w/ penguins,
or getting drowned in the midnight sky
on that tidal water I float on a lot,
or flying various trees to the moon & having
to rake up the goddamn leaves at dawn.

All of wch gives me plenty of opportunity
to discuss rhetoric & communication skills
w/ congenital stenographers & future
generations of Bus. Ad. Ass’ t. Mgr.’s wch I
have a problem doing on account of my eye
teeth wch grow chin length every day at 8 a.m.

So what I was wondering, Septimus, was
do you think we could get together soon.
Have a picnic. Knock back a few Sno-Cones.
Take a quick run to the Sea of Tranquility.
Stand under a catalpa tree like Phil
O’Connor & let the whole white shed bury the
stinking dead terror of taking what we
know we must have

Wch at the moment is a trip w/ you, Septimus,
wch, when I get back I will dedicate to you

 

w/ love,

SL