Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GHAZALS: 28, by JAMES HARRISON


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First Line: In the hotel room (far above the city) I said I bet you
Last Line: But rats, raccoon bones, snake skeletons and dark. Black dark.
Alternate Author Name(s): Harrison, Jim
Subject(s): Imaginary Conversations; Poetry & Poets; Sex


In the hotel room (far above the city) I said I bet you
can't crawl around the room like a dog hoho. But she could!

All our cities are lewd and slippery, most of all San Francisco
where people fuck in the fog wearing coarse wool.

And in Los Angeles the dry heat makes women burn so that
lubricants are fired in large doses from machine guns.

We'll settle the city question by walking deeply into forests
and in reasonably vestal groves eat animal meat and love.

I'm afraid nothing can be helped and all letters must be
returned unopened. Poetry must die so poems will live again.

Mines: there were no cities of golden-haired women down there
but rats, raccoon bones, snake skeletons and dark. Black dark.





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