Jack Spicer

(30 January 1925 - 17 August 1965 / Los Angeles, California)

One Night Stand - Poem by Jack Spicer

Listen, you silk-hearted bastard,
I said in the bar last night,
You wear those dream clothes
Like a swan out of water.
Listen, you wool-feathered bastard,
My name, just for the record, is Leda.
I can remember pretending
That your red silk tie is a real heart
That your raw wool suit is real flesh
That you could float beside me with a swan’s touch
Of casual satisfaction.
But not the swan’s blood.
Waking tomorrow, I remember only
Somebody’s feathers and his wrinkled heart
Draped loosely in my bed.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Simon Collins (5/5/2012 4:14:00 AM)

    Enjoyed this poem in a hard sort of way, thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 5, 2012

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