Joe Duvernay Poems
|4.||Going To Ground||1/4/2003|
|9.||The Secret Life Of A Hat||1/2/2003|
|11.||Can Meadows Sing||1/4/2003|
|12.||Inside And Out||1/2/2003|
|14.||Wishes Not Wasted||1/2/2003|
|16.||On The Stage||1/4/2003|
|20.||A Woman In The Mild||1/4/2003|
|21.||Missing A Love||1/2/2003|
Comments about Joe Duvernay
Missing A Love
Don't give a fart
for reasons coming out of malls
and corporate boardrooms.
Let us work through our unpleasantries!
Let's do, rake in every bit of awe;
the wide pupil sag,
lights eating our lunch for us.
Expect salvos from single spoiled brats' cuts
at anything getting in way.
Not Sandra or Doris. Nothing described as
helpless or putz offered outstretched hand.
Am indeed mam! A quiet, wondering handy man.
Am thinking how nice 'twould be,
all your private parts to see.
Put your hands back there and spread um.
Ah! Send ...
The long view through the clouds.
Not noticed by kids playing games below.
Or by cat scampering across your lawn.
Nor by you in your in-doors escape
or your too early, mid-day yawn. But there it is...
way through that patch to the one beyond.
A variety not captured by any other day
at any other hour.