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a poem by Timothy GagerRecipe for a Great Poem (for the poet Ken Clark)
it simmers in some broth of whiskey or beer then place me in a chair ready to eat, my fork prongs dug in, juices coming out from a firm jab by strong hands. in a slatted wooden chair create warm conversation. Let her dress ride up as she laughs her breasts visible when reaching down for a glass of wine, then bring it all to a slow boil after adding her ass, seen through the dress's thin fabric caught in the sunlight of sadness. Stir in some yearning for the last time. Some despair and let it cook for a long, long time. |