A Poem.

My painted collage drawing of Chania, Crete.

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This poem was published yesterday in Spectra Poets Magazine.

  Cadenza for my debased WASP Bushwick bartender


          for K.



    My libertine lover
           came on the Mayflower
            clutching 
    a volume of Lord Rochester 
right, against her muscled thigh 

   Cadenza for my debased WASP 
     Bushwick bartender
  my bunched and purloined plot 
 against America   
 “her hand, her foot, her very look's a cunt”
       encrusting my lyric filth
     against her adulation  

     that
   old time
     ost jude 
   off the boat
fantasia
  
     cadenza for my debased WASP 
Bushwick bartender
    smeared over 
   her pearlescent breasts
  and comic grace
       “you’re no coward… 
    but a militant comedian”
  she swooned me

      I implored her to accept
     an offer regal restitution
     for the litigious sins 
of her vulgar Yid landlord
  dinner 
   drinks
      schlong

   that
     old time
   ost jude
  off the boat
fantasia

      “I am reading Farewell to Arms”
      she tells me
      “so we will fuck 
 at least once more”

     I write her this at war 
frayed baroque carpeting
        of the Odessa hotel bunker 
       quaking trembling
  shuddering 

     that
    old time
ost jude
    off the boat
fantasia

swaying chandelier 
         quivering with carnal violation 
    the Russian Kamikaze drones
     less fierce 
than her caresses