Maryann Corbett Poems
|1.||After Epiphany: Side Street||7/17/2014|
|3.||Dreams Of My Teeth||7/17/2014|
|4.||Finding The Lego||7/17/2014|
|5.||From The Third Storm Riddle: Hurricane||7/17/2014|
|9.||Terzanelle For The Pilgrimage To Rosedale||7/17/2014|
|10.||The Panhandler's Tale||7/17/2014|
|11.||The Restaurants Of Frogtown||7/17/2014|
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God of Roman gardens, obscene Priapus,
is that you? now risen in green and purple
thick-stalked rigor, here in the bed prepared for
Years ago I lusted for kitchen gardens
here, and trenched and phosphated, setting rootstocks
deep—and then I grew in a new direction,
longing for flowers.
Ave, old survivor, both vis and vir, old
force, green fuse still driving among the blossoms,
heedless of my changes of heart and hortus,
phallic as ever.
Heartless, though, to Bobbitt you off for cooking!
One alone, poor godhead, will never ...