I persuaded him to live on credit
reading on the outskirts of town
near the oil refinery I worked in
and everything was a creep or a ghoul
going for the shortest nights in history
my girlfriend toiled in a cafeteria
and we estimated the distances
and it all looked like a Martian movie
galoots and wastrels bullies and finks
waiting at the last stages of their shift
come down I said listen to a live one
push you past our granite days
the skeptics protested clocked out
tried to clock me too they missed
Yves Bonnefoy I loved your name.
Good poem; haven't read Bonnefoy I'm afraid.
ReplyDeleteI haven't read Yves Bonnefoy either, but I love th way you incorporate him in yr poem!
ReplyDeleteditto. great opening line, too
ReplyDeletethe ambience reminds me of the movie, Wild at Heart
ReplyDeleteThank you all for listening so well. Let the name and the work of Yves Bonnefoy be my parting gift to you!
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