Lady with the White Cadillac
((1969) (San Francisco/confessional))
Once
this meager Midwestern egg from Minnesota
at
her encouragement, sought this lusty, woman
with
the white Cadillac, all woman, thought he!
Many
revolved on their heels to approach
and
joke with her: “Look, he’s too middle west!”
But
cozy frays we had, a few obscenities, too!
Lust
that would drag a cheerer to his knees.
And
during this fervor, cracked lutes played light—
Tension
on my backbone! Near every night!
I
kicked the pillows when she lift; scorned lies!
I
was a sparrow, at twenty, she a hawk, at thirty-one.
Alas,
my brutal boyish mood-swing low, drove
her
irate, sprained and shaky, too thick
to
sleep in my single bed throughout the night!
She
feared the fate of queens, who died in sport.
So
she cut me short—
Like
a hub taken out of a carriage-wheel!
No: 4509/8-4-2014
