Leon Stokesbury
REYNALDO IN PARIS
"000
la! la!" remarked Reyna ldo, "Tonight
My wick shall dip in ecstasies once more
As I plunge deeper through that nunnery door,
Miss Mimi's house of sale, then slam it tight.
Back home, I smelled the rotten fault all right.
So took the bucks and split from that dumb bore
And go t out while the gettin was good, before
Shit hit the fan and blotted out the light.
'What wine so sweet as little Mimi 's seat!'
Now that's th e song I'm singing every day.
So let th em grab each other by the balls.
For what care I what slick, inces tuou s mea t
They gnaw between their sheets . And, what care th ey
For fardel-bearing sots who play th eir thralls ."
Paul Violi
SLUMP
Extension cords intertwined with cobwebs, a wreath
of arrogance and laziness. The draft blows
through the floorboards , dust fa lls from cracks
in the ceiling. This smal l, cluttered room,
formerly the tack room in a stable.
This poem typed on an IBM Selectric
under an 150 watt GE bul b. Two types
of correction fluid applied when needed:
" Liquid Paper" or "Ideal"; both brands look and smell
