John Wieners

Stone Girl

A simple poem
About love is what I want
To write:   words
Without mystery, but
Shoulders touching
In a slow song,
                           Watching the
Words come out,
                           Like a snake
From its box, it winds
About our shoulders and
              Neck like a noose.
We wait on the bed
                           Scaffold
                                    To drop
Into its pit and hang
                      Hung up there.
 
                                                                                   7.12.59
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