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[penguinboy.livejournal.com]

Listen, Leo

Listen, Leo, remember the lifeboat
we pilfered from what you said
was an abandoned garage sale,

1442 Columbus, not the explorer,
the street? Last night I came to,
retired to the basement to ponder

my position on circumspection,
the fate of the cruel & unusual,
& drink until I passed out.

I had my underwear on & my .45.
I was planning to feast on that bag
of Chicken Shack backs & beaks

we got at the place that went broke,
put my legs up on a six-pack & drift.
Anyway, this eerie glow started

emanating from the sewage pool,
mostly greenish. It winked
so I shot it, Leo, I've had enough!

Then this long low lump along
the wall near the bulkhead
started toward me, so slow

I had time to think. Went
to the attic & came back down
bearing Mr. Double-Aught.

Leo, I perforated the lifeboat.
It has become a dead one,
incapable, now, of surfacing

above its circumstance.
We can never return to it now.
It's gone. Gone like the snow.

Gone like I got a little behind.
It's a sad world, Leo, we fell,
like yesterday's laundry

into the tub, let's face a fact.
There's nobody left like us.
I got a weathered pate, you

got a ticket to Nova Scotia &
I'm swimming beside the boat.
When we gotta die, we're gone.

Leo, I confess, I adore your face.
Give me a little papa kiss.
Give me a muscle up. Leo,

there's nobody left like us.

by Jon Anderson

Comments

[losthippie.livejournal.com]

I love this poem...does Anderson have other stuff like this?

[penguinboy.livejournal.com]

i found a book by him and (dissappointingly) some of his stuff isn't that interesting (to me). that book of poems was actually quite different from the stuff i read of his online. however, you can find some of his poems on www.plagiarist.com which are all good (in my opinion).

[c-quilty.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. "A little papa kiss." I want a little papa kiss. That's what will stay with me today -- thanks.