TO: The Aging Poet
FROM: The Advertising ExecutiveDear Sir:
Don't you wish now you could read my poems again,
the ones you could scarce find time
to comment on. Now, I mean, that your skin
pulls away from the underlying flesh
and the wattle hangs beneath your chin.
I don't flatter myself—not for the poems
themselves with their romantic clichés that never
"took the top off your head"
(you told me then they reminded you
of someone selling after shave or gin;
thanks for the suggestion,
that skill brings me 200K a year;
and by the way I found
your unacknowledged allusion
in the letters of Dickinson)—
not for the poems, but so you could live again
those days you read them in
when the girls in class sought your office
like starved pullets hungering for your muse.
My poems with their nostalgic consolation
at least might suit now
to stave off your mortal blues.
Kirk Glaser***************
RL
If you have a request for a certain Poet, post their name in the thread and I will find a poem by them and post it...
if you want to see some of my poetry, see the blog at:
http://www.myspace.com/retropaul