by Lorri Primavera
Dedicated to my friend Mikel K. Poet
Romance the poets
Ring in the wanderers
With ideas of you being you
in the creeks of the forests
in the buses of the cities
in the windows of the apartments
Romance the lonely and drunkard
sitting at round tables
with lines and Lady B. Good
and Mr. Don’t Mind Me
Romance the soldier
with his bloody thumbs
and nightmare prophecies
Bring him some turkey sandwiches and soup
Romance your mornings
drinking coffee and scrolling syntax
watching weather and wasting time
Romance your own destruction
in fiery explosions of revenge and sympathy
backpacks and horizons
Romance the hereafter
with harps and lights
or seed and plow
Romance the poets again
with softness and shouts
Cradle their eyes and lips and mouth
Romance the poets again and again
with sunrise and broken glass
with violence and withered flowers
Romance the poets
the utterances and quips and life tenderizers
the rhyme or resonance of the sights and loves and pains abound
