John Fuller Poems
|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|
|6.||God Bless America||5/17/2011|
|7.||Synopsis For A German Novella||5/17/2011|
|10.||Well Said, Davy||5/17/2011|
|11.||To James Fenton||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 ...
The butterfly, alive inside a box,
Beats with its powdered wings in soundless knocks
And wishes polythene were hollyhocks.
The beetle clambering across the road
Appears to find his body quite a load:
My fingers meddle with his highway code.
And slugs are rescued from the fatal hiss