John Fuller Poems
|3.||God Bless America||5/17/2011|
|4.||Synopsis For A German Novella||5/17/2011|
|5.||A Dialogue Between Caliban And Ariel||5/17/2011|
|6.||All The Members Of My Tribe Are Liars||5/17/2011|
|9.||Well Said, Davy||5/17/2011|
|10.||To James Fenton||5/17/2011|
|12.||An Exchange Between The Fingers And The Toes||5/17/2011|
|15.||Concerto For Double Bass||1/3/2003|
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.
I’d like to successfully guess your weight and win you at a fte.
I’d like to offer you a flower.
I like the hair upon your shoulders,
Falling like water over ...
Be careful not to crush
This scalloped tenement:
Who knows what secrets
Winter has failed to find
Within its paper walls?
It is the universe
Looking entirely inwards,
A hanging lantern