Today's poem is by Bob Hicok
Truth About Love
I apologize for not being Gandhi or Tom
the mailman who is always kind.He makes his way every day no matter
the mood of the sky with our wordsin a sack and Gandhi made the English
give India back withouttaking a gun for a wife. My contribution
to the common good is playingwith the alphabet in a little room
while the world goes foragingfor food. I'm a better poet than man
and it's well known how littlemy verbs are worth. I am my only subject,
being the god of my horizons.What saves me is that just beyond my skin
the world of yours is whereI'd rather live. The AMA says you've added
seven point six years to my life.In a phrase, love is a transfer of wealth.
This is why Adam Smith gave upromantic verse. In trying to say what can't
be said I'll take the Dragnetapproach. Just the facts. I'd be dead
sooner without you, you'll die fasterfor being a Mrs., raw deal can't be more
clearly defined. To make amendsI offer ten percent more kisses each year.
Or do I do more harm the closerwe become? If yes, leaving would be love
and a better man might. But my thrillsare selfishly domestic. I like sweeping words
into piles and whispering good night.
Copyright © 2004 Bob Hicok All rights reserved
from Insomnia Diary
University of Pittsburgh Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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