proposed poems from The New Yorker

We will watch every John Waters film
We will read the Sunday Times every time
(I in this order:
week in review
Magazine
Sunday styles
Metro
Real estate
Arts and leisure)
I will try not to crash our volvo,
On our days off we'll laze on the chaise
Flopping gasto journal from my fingers
Two story wall of windows letting something in
Soapstone reverberating like the Getty,
Something needs to shore me up
Something needs to fight for me against all the
Metastatic cancer in the world
I will still be telling
That story of throwing up in the bathroom
Of honmura an
When I'm sixty four
After getting an ileus at yale.
In a dream I have
We will sit back somenight again
Like two figurines next to each other
At the formosa café
With all our friends about us
We will never let the atmosphere
Atomize us again like this,
We will walk our dog in the indifferent night
Petting some cats along the way
I will throw a cigarette into the street
And no pain or consfusion can fastforward our lives
In those kind of lonely nights
We will watch every john waters film.