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?
