Colin
James
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3 poems -
THE MYTH
OF THE GREAT LOVER
He is not even
present
unless within the parameters
of eight to twelve minutes
and then finishes.
Anything else is
some romanticized version.
There is really no time for that,
sleep beckons.
His slightly cruel buttocks
are one wallet cut in half,
and his attentive gaze
just a conditioned reaction
incomparable to your own.
AN AFFLUENT SWEDE NAMED MYRON
Tasks were designated
as corporate photo realists
renting our monastery,
made a day of it
shooting from the clouds.
When the work day ended,
lines to the men's room
seemed condescendingly bleak
until a bell sounded
and the Abbott's right hand man
informed us, this was not
the time to remain calm.
ANTAGONISTS ILL PREPARED FOR SUBURBIA
We had done this
before,
argued till dawn.
The neighbors didn't seem to mind
or simply not paying attention.
They were said to be
living their lives,
and in any case had
their own idiosyncratic
use for light.
