When people heard
that you sent me poetry
they commented that
you must be a wonderful and sensitive man
But these were not Shakespeare sonnets
or Robert Burns love concertos
These were Dorothy Parker devious cooing and
tenderly kissing her man all the while cheating on him,
and Nazim Hikmet guidance on
how to survive in prison.
These were poems that blasted the pores off my face
and suffused my veins with whiskey.
What a wonderful and sensitive man.
Michael Philips
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-no-not-another-love-poem/
