April 1st, 2011


(no subject)


They bite their fingernails and see the stars
those raffishly intelligent young men.
Make love to myths that will return again
to be picked up in seedy dockside bars

because embedded in our human tongue
as structures, but are still amazing hot
and dance their way through story. Every plot
you have devised has shown us how the young

learn better, how the wisdom of the old
is hard-won, yet the fond mistakes of youth
make their own stabs at something quite like truth,
a best guess that their sudden lust can hold

within it like a grail each youth achieves
a moment, then is yearned for as it leaves