JOHN DORSEY


the kingdom of ants

i looked     out    into
seemly endless     oceans felt
up by    the fake
blue diamond     eyes of
elvis larger       than life
challenging jim     carroll
to a    basketball game
on the    sun winner
takes all     the marbles
and all     the smack
a drawing    of jesus
by the    virgin mother
laid out     like blueprints
the outline    of a
poem hanging     heavy on
the face     of the
universe tired     black
rings under   saturn
when you    go this
far out      just to
get high     we look
like ants     in the
kingdom outlaws     singing the
same desperado tune love
songs turning     revolutions with
their tongue     between the
thighs of     sweet mother
courage when    the king
died on     the shitter
there was     no hamlet
to bless     his shadow
so his    ghost said
fuck pride     it's a
cold night    in denmark
and half     asleep hummed
some notes    by poets
whose wisdom     resembled lyrics
by jay      and the
americans crying     a river
of homemade     national anthems
which were     soon forgotten
on the     dark side
of the
               moon


poem for nicole
5/28/05

when i     grow up
i wonder     if i'll
be strong     enough to
place blame     for hurting
on grandfather     clocks bill
withers tunes     the freckles
under your    eyes below
the sun    i've spent
my life      counting stars
that don't       add
                           up

i still     dance badly
cuz the    steps seem
right so     i won't
take it     back my
heart beating     the smell
of peaches   that may
not spell     love but
happiness they can be
two different
                      things

and maybe     i'm just
this    beautiful     baby turned
ugly chewing   bubblegum but
something has   gotta
                                 pop

but i     still can't
sleep when     love would
feel just     right bursting
at the     seams raging
motown melodies   to keep
the beat      of bumblebees
and sweetness   of honey
just before     we wonder
off to     dream
                          alone


                                                  
John Dorsey currently resides in Toledo, OH. He is
the author of "Harvey Keitel, Harvey Keitel, Harvey
Keitel" with S.A. Griffin and Scott Wannberg,
Butchershop Press/Rose of Sharon Press/Temple of Man,
2005, and "Moshing With The Cosmos" with Iris Berry,
Magenta Press, 2005. He can be reached at
archerevans@yahoo.com






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