Poetry Night

My poem is inspired by E.E. Cummings "between the breasts of bestial marj:"

walking on top of boxcars

walking on top of boxcars
pulling switches and
inspecting the rails
your naked image

imprinted on my
brain: leaning back
tempting, taunting
teasing me to come

to you, tormenting me
for the lack of dirt
under my nails, my hands
paint-stained but uncalloused;

leaving behind my cubicle
to work on the rails
workboots on my feet and
lantern in my hand

in cold
in rain
in wind
in hail if only to lure

you in, dear marj
whom i salute and
between whose breasts
i am resolute

(c) fprm, 2007

And my poetry buddy's piece:

From one traveler to another

Come sit with me and be my friend,
And we will talk of hearts amend
From sorrows great or slightings small,
Until we've tired of it all.

And we will go and have a beer
And speak with strangers, making cheer.
We'll share a bourbon, we two friends
And flirt with friendly lesbians.

And when our funds are running low,
We won't let such things stop us- no!
You'll make a cheeseboard and I'll find
A bottle of some cheap-ass wine.

Then while you paint, I'll sit and knit
And we will trade verse for a bit,
Or read from those who came before
And then reflect, with quiet awe.

While we're at work, we'll emails trade.
We'll bitch and moan in some tirade
About a boss, colleague or lover-
But never cross words for each other!

Sometimes we'll travel, for we know
We both delight in wandering so,
And when we're weary at day's end,
Come sit with me and be my friend.

(c) hmh, 2007