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The Boys I Mean(a response to e.e. cummings)The boys I mean are too refined They get their way with just a smile They never twitch or fall apart They like to make you wait a while. The boys I mean have charcoal eyes and long-lashed glances as they watch. Their frayed black coats graze scuffed-up shoes Their tar-burned tongues tell only lies. The boys I love have silly pasts that stay away like beaten wives Their alphabets are M and E They mix their drinks with hunting knives. The girls they love look just like me and wear barbed tongues like cellophane They smoke whatever comes their way They fuck with pleasure and for pain. The boys I mean have too much grace and too much money, luck and brains. They crash their cars with little haste They like to park in fire lanes. The boys I mean can talk all night and even then they still don't care They pose and posture, preen and pout. They always have such pretty hair. The boys I love will break your heart with granite fists and brooding stares. They'll fuck you anywhere you want in alleys, cars or hallway stairs. They say whatever's on your mind They cannot, will not, do not dance The boys I mean are too refined They shake your world with just a glance. "The Boys I Mean ( a response to e.e. cummings)" originally appeared in Conceptions Southwest, Spring, 1994, and in the anthology 1997 anthology from Storyline Press, The Muse Strikes Back. |
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Issue #6, January, 1999 :
Santa Fe Poetry Broadside.