Found Poetry III

     Lines overheard here and there

[“Find one that has no sickness”]

José (earnestly) announced to Harvey
“Find one that has no sickness.” But ‘one’ what
I wondered, and what ‘sickness’? Pale larvae,
Famished embryos of doubt, gnaw minds fraught

With hope, desire, and will contaminate
Even simple visions. Clearly, he’d lost
Something to sickness, fear. Perhaps a pet,
Done in by worms; more likely a star-crossed

Lover, whose wit, charm, generosity,
Lascivious flamboyance—not enough
To overcome that gnawing maw’s gritty
Terror—leaving only rough, hollowed stuff.

Harv, there is a remedy! Love-trollers
Must use bait repugnant to bi-polars.
                          (7/10/09)

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