by Brian McCloskey
Amanda - long - long have I tarried to drop this tear upon your tomb. Did I dream you dreamed about me? Love me all at once or I shall die. Stroke my velvet pole. I just can’t picture me with anyone for the rest of my days. Kisses with dreams in them. Because I only got your hat at the airport. You think about a girl who doesn’t know you’re thinking about her and doesn’t even care if you are. The woman had charmed the organ out of his body? A question that is unrelated to either underwear or breasts. And he pulls out this ceramic frog. I stand by my lover and she stands by me. I’m surprised there isn’t a sleigh behind you. Is this a giant frog? Your uncle employed me to look after his sheep. Nurses in naughty underwear. Who shot the couch? My nose is the nose. How badly those flowers are drawn - not a bit like violets. There must be a costume, some breasts, some rustling, and over all, discretion. Boys do tend to get a bit obsessed about breasts occasionally. Love is a universal migraine. There was once an elephant - it was in Belgium. At least we can feel we’ve done all we can for Amanda. I still carry your words here in my heart. Sometimes I enjoy poetry and potatoes at the same time. Didn’t want to frighten the dog. You feel rejected, inadequate and unloveable. The corned beef is in the fridge. Love is all around her, she wears it like a jewel. Amanda, his wife, into Buddhism.