delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it......... Poems

they gave her a dog...
they didn't ask her...
they just gave her the dog...
she didn't want the dog...
...

word is old Pete was dancing at the post office....
.teeth in hand...playing the set of them like maracas..........feet of Klee in a shoeless merengue with flamenco overtones.......
.them's hard callouses he's got.......no way one of Octavio's arrows could penetrate 'em.......
......the sound of it must've been somethin'......
...

yeah...
that's the place
where
every dog that hasn't been loved and cared for comes to me..
...

an initial change.
and
I shall hang the towels
upside down
...

Mars or Pan....
a narrow strophe.........
a stripperful slope....
universal ruth.....
...

the animals bless us........
.
.......every day,
if
...

we lost a good one.....
a man who changed and grew.....
who used his heart and mind....who spoke and acted....
who worked within a system, one as flawed as any other system
...

you have
already won me...over..
and over...
and over...
...

called, inclement
and
tournequed
from
...

a fine line between homage and plagiarism...
.since
I
lost
...