BEWARE OF ITALIAN MEN AT THE RCM
When you write at the Royal Conservatory of Music
you rub shoulders with future flautists Men with rich
baritones Today an opera singer so beautiful my inner
Aida wept
Statuesque Italian Loads of black hair White aviators
Almond skin Oh there he goes! With a sneer so severe
my fantasy explodes all over the bloke beside me
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SPRING 2014
OUT OF SERVICE
Elevator dreams Modern Jacob’s Ladder?
Elevator operator God-like Cables exposed
Swings wildly does not stop on your floor
May not stop at all May crash through glass
ceiling or plummet into underworld
Last night we recognized each other he smiled
a little too seductively But I checked the cables
through the gap & climbed aboard He cannot
frighten me anymore This mortal coil not his to
snap Flamboyant and greasy haired like husband #4
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SUMMER 2013
MAN O’ THE LAND
His 1st degree is in trees His 2nd in people
treehuggingbooklovingpeopleperson
There is more to him than meets the eye
Yesterday he carved a perfect square out of
his hair just before a meeting He looked as
forlorn as our bully before his urethra surgery
Now a bald square on paw post I.V.
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LATE FALL 2013
F**K THE F**KING F**KERS F**K
Northrop Frye
It’s the kind of selfish when you’re sitting there
and you don’t know what to do says the co-ed
She has been spewing 4 letter words brilliantly
as the very life-blood is sucked from my opus
Even Northrop Frye would be impressed with
the number of times she has used f**k in a sentence
Her raven hair parted a fraction from the middle
she eyes me with disdain She just walked to the
garbage bin and spat whereupon a hive of late Fall
wasps put an end to her ecstatic confessions
Beside me a young man reads Confucius
but his look screams Trotsky He says: It all turns on IF
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LATE FALL 2013
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