I may not be your cup of tea
But I am your tenth shot of tequila.
We are made to be together
One way or another.
Peacefully or completely unhinged:
We fit together like two lost pieces
Of a jigsaw puzzle.
One way or another…
I will be your tenth shot of tequila,
Will you be mine?
Incorporate others into you, what Pound or Eliot, don't recall which right now, called ‘a compound ghost' as we all have them, need them, in my case Oppen, Bronk, Wallace Stevens, Eliot, Pound Shakespeare, and several other poets.
This poem is complete as is if you wish, but, for me, it ends too quickly, the end coming too quickly based on the words, language you speak before. Poetry is spoken, right?
Just follow the process I outlined for you in the last poem. You see, Amelie, I too show mercy. But mercy, as you know, is not endless. Best for you to keep that in mind. Denny
Hemingway rewrote the final chapter of his finest novel A Farewell To Arms 50 times to get it right
There are several studies, in fact, on endings. Ending poems, novels, short stories, etc. can be real tough a lot of the time, right. It can be with me—decisions, decisions.
The book The Sense Of An Ending comes to mind, written by an English professor over your way, in Scotland, teaching at Edinborough University some years back. You can google the title to find it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Okay, one more poem to comment on, this one as I liked your word choices — best diction I have yet seen from you, some of it borrowed, right? That's okay as poets steal all the time, Yeats, Eliot, me et al.