Bill Knott

(1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)

Flashbacks - Poem by Bill Knott

All it takes is Laura Riding's riding-
crop across my butt, and I'm off:
Git-up horsie she cries astride me as

I crash sweetly onto the carpet.
Boredom what an esthetic,
cleansing the days-
I laud the vintage of my toothpick.

Small-husband to the floor,
my foot stoops in dance,
in courtship intervals.

Putting their clothes on afterwards
the lovers are surprised
at how empty
the buttonholes seem.

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  • (11/29/2016 6:58:00 PM)

    (Flashbacks by Bill Knott.) **Nostalgia; amusing reflections. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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