Francis Santaquilani


Francis Santaquilani Poems

61. Quartz clock 10/11/2005
62. Pugilist 5/22/2007
63. Psychotic 2/22/2007
64. Progeny 1/8/2010
65. Pretend 11/26/2005
66. Poor Georgie Clooney 12/6/2005
67. Playing Alive 3/19/2007
68. Platypus 10/29/2005
69. Pie 10/25/2005
70. Picture 5/20/2007
71. Path 11/30/2005
72. Passage 11/8/2005
73. Out of the way 3/24/2008
74. One by one 12/6/2008
75. 'O9 1/2/2010
76. Not looking the part 11/20/2005
77. Not A Poem 3/12/2010
78. Not a Paradise 2/2/2011
79. Not a Blonde 3/8/2007
80. Not 3/13/2007

E.D.

E.D. ascend for me always,
Without end, in your kitchen
Suddenly frozen in mid-knead,
Leave your dough to rise,
Toss your apron aside,
Wipe the flour from your hands,
Float upstairs
With a fire in your head and
Lock your bedroom door.

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