In Extremis
Olive slips upon my tongue;
Adheres in repetition:
Olive, olive, O-Live.
Omega oils and dry martinis.
To live is to embrace extremes.
Oh, live within the middle, Fool!
Middlemarch, Bourgeoisie
Petit and otherwise.
Bring many martinis
On this happiest of hours.
And hold every goddam olive.
1 comment:
I'm holding all the olives I can. My tongue and hands are full. I'm waiting for your return from Panama. But if you can write like this in Panama I may have to give up any hope of your returning and let you write from there. Art and friendship. The two may never meet.
I can paint from here, lost in your words. Can you write from here? Rimbaud's hole is yours for the taking. But continue. Our recent loss forms and re-forms us.
I have to complete poems of Alan Ginsburg. that might keep us going for a while.
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