I can never really get this one out of my head:
Buffalo Bill's/ defunct
Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death
-- E. E. Cummings
I was thinking of posting this cummings sonnet earlier:
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric furr, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh....And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
Oh, Buffalo Bill is a frequent offender. Gargamel's too, and in just-spring, of course, especially at that time of year.
cummings is a poetrywormer extraordinaire.
onetwothreefourfive pigeons justlikethat
Jesus
I have a new one in the rotation... nothing to do but wait it out...
