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Panting in The Weeds
by Ken HarnischCome to bed darling
And let’s burn the sheets as
We did in the old days
You can talk to me there
Or not, as the desire hits
You. You know when
I am this excited
I will listen to anything
You have to say, and if you can
Put it in a hundred words or less
You have my undivided attention.
Later on I will claim the fog that is
The parasite feasting on most
Adult males. I may pretend I
Misheard you, if I acknowledge
I heard you at all. And missing
A significant piece of the story
You told, or the order you gave,
I will incite you to cry and wring your
Hands and seek out the neighbors
For womanly alms and sympathy
We will quarrel and make up;
I will find a way to say I’m sorry
And somehow never mouth the words.
If my crime was that egregious
I may even have to buy something
That is more than a flower, and less
Than a diamond. And when today’s wrong is
Righted, and I no longer
Have to lie panting in the weeds,
I will give you a come hither look next Saturday
And we can begin the cycle all over again.
09/23/2010 Posted on 09/23/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 09/24/10 at 09:32 PM This whole thing was brilliant, but my personal favorite thing about it was this set: "If my crime was that egregious / I may even have to buy something / That is more than a flower, and less /
Than a diamond." |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/25/10 at 11:34 PM I loved the whole "panting in the weeds" visual and you've painted a great portrait of the man/woman needs' dichotomy. Thanks for this. |
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