Poems with Commentaries
BURROWING The iguana's dead; It could not live Through the slow eons Of its dualistic visions, Seeing breasts and buttocks, Testicles and cocks On each transformative Occasion of your Insistent awakening. The doves, too, are released, And the clocks count down To Armageddon and its release; The beast, though wild, is sweet This time of year, perhaps Because your fear is ripe, my dear. Would we able to wrap Everything up in a beau Or bow or bough, In a travesty of...