The Summer
It worries me, the weather.
The impatiens fold up.
I can see, on the glass,
my breath.
One hundred degrees.
Nothing to do, but finish
my Absolut, keep to myself.
Take in a show. Nightclub
gone to seed. Erotic act.
Leda And The Swan. Leda,
of course, a woman. The
swan,
not necessarily a man.
Try not to look at the
others,
on the way in, and out.
Toward Home
Drilled with clear fall
light. Spend day sweeping
Pieces: black & gold
bees.
Coffee cooling: thinking
over Krishnamurti.
Playing chess with self,
cheating.
Oh, just a move, here
& there.
Orpheus In His Underwear
Two beers in front of
him, He drinks the warm one.
Vodka he bought for the
blue bottle’s drawing of a castle.
Eurydice he is thinking
of.
How she turned around
to lock eyes when he humped her from behind.
He shouldn’t tell
you that. But, it’s done.
Michael Douglas DVD on
with sound off.
I loved that bitch. How someone discloses they love orange chicken.
The river smells
chemical, meaning the river of death.
Eurydice Disappears
made the headlines.
A month later, banished to page 5.
Then it vanished, reappearing as an item on the anniversary.
Fucking vodka. This movie makes no sense.
© Leonard Gontarek, 2006
