Poems of John Fuller
|1.||A Dialogue between Caliban and Ariel||5/17/2011|
|2.||All the Members of My Tribe Are Liars||5/17/2011|
|3.||An Exchange between the Fingers and the Toes||5/17/2011|
|5.||Concerto for Double Bass||1/3/2003|
|8.||God Bless America||5/17/2011|
|10.||Synopsis for a German Novella||5/17/2011|
|13.||To James Fenton||5/17/2011|
|16.||Well Said, Davy||5/17/2011|
The things about you I appreciate may seem indelicate:
I’d like to find you in the shower
And chase the soap for half an hour.
I’d like to have you in my power and see you eyes dilate.
I’d like to have your back to scour
And other parts to lubricate.
Sometimes I feel it is my fate
To chase you screaming up a tower or make you cower
By asking you to differentiate Nietzsche from Schopenhauer.