1499Z4

Catherine

eats a typewriter

on Sunday.

And Chase

piano keys.

What a life.

I lose my watch on the dock

waving off some steamer.

What war?

This war.

Two silver keys and a golden

fish for the boys

up north

and where the honey flows.

I know I loved

but I said things

that made it so hard.

Wouldn’t you love

the way I did

if all the faces

you knew from the 20th century

forgot to chew

with their mouths closed

and their lips

only knew gambling

and bad goodnight kisses.

Wouldn’t you love

like me?