John Forbes 1969

The sun tries to go down &
the moon floats near my elbow.

I wish I lived where night
falls suddenly & the stars

look like bits of paint
scraped off a window. Instead

I sleep in the bed of a Great Man,
myself, too tired to cover up

the balanced odalisque of feeling
crashed out beside me

on the cushions in the back
of a revving panel van. I hope

I don't wake up this alert, or as black
as you paint my childish heart.

The Stunned Mullet : John Forbes 1988

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