I want to do a complaint now. Which is to say simply that a hypertrophied prostate, whatever women and other such novices may choose to believe, is quite precisely not my idea of a @3baba au rhum@1 at the Chez Paul or a Sunday outing with the laureate or a grandiluminarious sunset display over the park, etc. Also it is somewhat not like strawberry shortcake. On the contrary it is that insidious, invidious last drip which always waits, the inner adversary, till I'm upzipped, helpless, and heading out, to slip down my thigh like a seed of dying ice, leaving a streak on my pants, which is not nice. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MEMENTO MORI by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS NOVEMBER 4TH, 1937 by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) TWILIGHT AND DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE OUR ITALIAN JOURNEY by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |