trying to move, feeling
so depressed, like dark clouds
sponsoring wall-bangers,
a million tingles itching me to open
my eyes, the drug-haze lifting so I
thought I saw your face, but nothing
entered and the dream continued, very
little rain, some fog, my old
neighborhood filtering a green space,
and the phone sat on the table,
its speaker image three feet long,
with microscopic snakes dripping
out of its orifices, and
the ring tone straight out of
Screamin' Jay Hawkins,
a coffin, a skull, and
your beautiful mouth promising
Colgate white teeth.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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