Most Likely, I'm Smitten, but Possibly Not

Which is the greater cause of consternation,
Her or them? The former's come again, and
She is, as she was a week ago, a double blow,
A wit, a beauty. How I love to fence with her,
To thrust, "I worship Paul Cezanne," and
Parry, "Jasper Johns is good," and "Dylan
Thomas is my man," but "William Carlos
Williams is, as you say, also very fine," and
She, tonight, in black completely, short
And slinky knitted dress and nylons and
Stiletto heels. I would not run my motorcycle
Through such complicated curves. Or am I
Reeling due to germs? My stomach's tumbled
Since I rose, and I'm not thinking well, I think,
But I can't return home without her. "Can
You drive me?" "Yes, I can, but I must know
Before we leave. You seem to suffer
Consternation. Is it germs or me?"



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-11-21 at 00:29

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