"What is love"

 

 

poem

                        billy i say,

 

we are at Playpen, girls parading

plumed & feathered birds of

paradise, billy slamming tokens

right & left fistfuls

of peppermints, friday rush hour,

hi-5's, kisses from dancers to

frequent customers, in this semi-

naked arena billy i say what is love

& he puts it on the mike:

 

being one w/the one

you desire, you cld come in on

yr hands & knees, i'd throw

my arms arnd you, give you a

big kiss & hug, say thats

my baby, other people

wldn't understand

but i do

 

love, what is love i say to dillon

cop on the corner: like

parent w/a kid, like the

church says come hell or high

water

 

love what is love i say to candy the TV

he has just chased, the one w/

the terrible face job awful jaw stubble (i guess

this is her corner), what is

love: caring for me, knowing what i

do, this is my job she says

desperation leaking from

 

running mascara, caring

not abt what i do,

but for who i am

 

love i say what is love to rumanian

taxi driver: what makes me the greatest

fighter in the world, what is love i say

to my friend nancy: wet underpants,

what is love i say to bob

first warm day of spring looking up

coffee cup in hand he says

constant sunlight

 

      love i say what is love

      to the voice in

      my ear & you say

          what i'm waiting for

          you to tell me

     

 

 

 

"Playland"

 

Steve CannonTribes