Francis Santaquilani Poems
|162.||Accidental Death And Dismemberment||10/11/2005|
|167.||Happy As Ever||3/20/2008|
|171.||Scrape, Scrape, Scrape||3/16/2008|
|172.||Dinner With The Daddy||3/18/2007|
|174.||Death Be Proud||8/5/2007|
|176.||It Was An Unattended Death||10/11/2005|
|178.||I Like How You Pray||4/9/2006|
|180.||We Are Tigers||10/12/2005|
We Are Tigers
We are tigers.
You are the larger one.
I warred against your whirl,
Then billowed to your bite.
Now I measure the force
Of your affection for me
In pounds per square inch.
That last day,
Before you carried me away,
That bad and good day,
The last day I thought of nothing
Tall grass fanned my neck,
Half sleep was plump,
Clouds for clouds sake slid over me.
The day sank to my knees
And crawled with me in tow.
By your teeth
And your spin
The void fell away.
The day sped to a smudge
And clouds ...
He's always in front
Of me on his bicycle in traffic.
When we're bumper to bicycle wheel
I get a really good look at his back.
He pulls his wool cap