Jealousy
the man you went with
the man with hair that seemed
to lean toward the past
the man you went with
the man with so much
red-gold
left in his beard
the man you went with
who got you to laugh
so often at his other language
that seemed entirely
original
the man with the strange
clear eyes who just shook his head
gently
the man you went with
who taught you to listen
and forget
now I take you in my arms
and he is here with us
I look into his eyes
I reach out to touch his hands
I realize I’ve loved him
all my life.
Gangster
he’s got a woman with lovely tits
so small and sweet
he can’t take his hands
out of her blouse
they’re in the Lincoln
tooling
through town, top down
the gangster’s
wearing a bright green shirt
the color of money
when it’s happy
the poker game
is as good as won
sitting at the table
he inhales
a cigarette
and the smoke
pours through his nostrils
like a locomotive in heat
when he gets home
he scratches
his son’s back
beautifully
in smooth, even strokes
with his large
sleepy nails
o what happened,
he wonders,
what happened
to the ache
it was supposed to be
to live?