this is one of my favorite poems of all time...it still makes me hot
...
My favorite parts: "A Pleasant Afternoon in Bed"
red summers and black satin
charcoal and blood
ringing the sheets
while snails are stepped on
and moths go batty
trying to put on the eyes
of lightbulbs in
artificial cities;
I light her a cigarette
and she blows up a plasma
of relaxation
to prove we've both been
good lovers-
...
and she laughs
looking down at my flat madness,
she laughs
holding her cigarette
high in the air
with one arm
smoke sifting off
ignored
and we are in bed together
laughing
and we don't care
about anything
and it is very
very funny.
-CB