DAVID AND THE STRIPPER

Oh I lust after you
You know that by the
Position of my pelvis

And spine. You lust my
Legal tender.
Brown nylons stave off

Fingerprints. Pink bikini
Bottom glows. Urnhandle
Breasts. It’s about down

There, a bouquet to pick.
It matches the white gogo
Boots. A poppy garland for

Your long dirty blond hair.
Shibboleth petal velvet
Heals split ends. Pardon

My friends, Hunter, they’re pretty & know not what they
Do. (Frankly I didn’t want to

Come to Pure Platinum
Tonight.) You can’t resist
My Books? Neither can I.

The Babylonian Talmud and
Dame Edith Sitwell’s Poems.
You read The Barmaid flaw-

Lessly. Once in a dream I
Received a sword that
Shown like a silverwhite sun.

The cave illuminated. I didn’t
Feel the spider’s cold breath
Strangle my screams (for help).

The angel said Grip the sword David. Grip the sword. Grip the Sword David.  My friends nailed

Me to a blue Chevette outside
Afterwards for defending your
Goldentongue crown. I wanted

To draw you. So I have. Dance On Hunter. They’ll never clip Your Calliope wings.

September, 1993.