Posted in Poetry on June 8, 2008 | 3 Comments »
To His Lover’s Stomach
Please don’t tell her
we’re having this conversation.
She would say we are fools
for acting like young lovers.
But you and I know better, I think,
than to deny ourselves the music
of my callused hands playing
softly across your skin.
2008
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry on March 24, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Sorry, faithful readers, for not posting anything. I have been studying for something that my college calls the “MA comprehensive exam” and it has taken up all my time. Now I am free from that burden and I’ll get down to some writing. For a little taste, here is a sample of a poem I [...]
Posted in Poetry on March 9, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Taking the Kids for Pizza
I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound
thoughtful or sad, but you make
me thoughtful and sad and I think
that is good. What other reaction
so fits the world?
If we take your kids for pizza is it not
natural that I should think about evolution?
When I follow your daughter toward games
that shine like harbor lights, [...]
Posted in Poetry on February 28, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I don’t quite know what to do with this poem. Maybe after a few revisions it will be worth sending out. I hope you all like it.
A Rhetoric for Lovers
Proemium
This evening I want to call you and hear
you tell me about the small things
that happened in your day. I fail
to see why I shouldn’t, but [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged love, Poetry, Romance, Valentines Day on February 10, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Valentines Day
Saturday. The dentist. I was paying
my bill when the girl at the counter
was given a bunch of red roses.
This made me think of you;
how the red petals were like
the red highlights in your lovely
hair; how they made the room
swing and how they belonged
wherever they had been placed.
Then I wanted to send you flowers
and I [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged Cigars, Poetry on January 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Here is a poem that doesn’t seem quite good enough to send out, but still I think it deserves a home. So I hope you like it.
late Afternoon
Cigar shop and I’m thinking
of you when I should be working
on something that might get published.
But your hair is something
of a coolness on my mind.
And I can picture [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged Poetry, snow, women on January 8, 2008 | No Comments »
Here is a neat poem I wrote while I was at my brother’s farm in Michigan. Enjoy.
Matthew Fouts
Sunset Over Snow
Let me think of you now quickly.
In this light, the snow outside
is the sandy color of your skin.
In this now, the bare trees are
the dark brown of your hair,
your lovely upturned eyes.
Hurry. Kiss me while the [...]
Posted in Poetry on January 7, 2008 | 1 Comment »
The Cock Block
Since you told me what a great guy I am,
I have found that the walk from my front
door to the empty garbage can on the curb
is a great deal longer than I remember.
Since you have taken to reminding me
of how nice it is to have me around,
I have found myself staying up late [...]
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized, tagged le quattro stagioni, Poetry, the four seasons, Uncategorized on January 6, 2008 | No Comments »
Here is a first draft of a poem I’m working on for a very special girl
Le Quattro Stagioni
I.
Come and see the lovely fawns
frisk and play, for it is their first
spring as well. Their dark eyes
shine like your dark hair with
a peculiar light, a young light.
raucous with a rush of life,
awkward with [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged esthetic, Poetry on December 13, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Adynata or My Name is Raincheck
The main problem with poetry is also the thing that makes poetry possible; poetry doesn’t work. There are no words to describe the human condition, at least no accurate words. If there were, I’m not sure there would be a need for poetry, or religion, philosophy, consumer culture, maybe [...]
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