owed to a grecian beach boy

A poem by
   Henry Laufenberg
   01/28/98

runny eggs floatin' round in my green ham
you're Horton - hear? - and i'm Sam, i am
rustin' out the wooden buckets
conjurin' up sol salty fishes
runnin' to the dinner tables
passin' it out in breakfast dishes

come su familia (mamilia)
to kill in the mind
time -- space
between two major events
still gotta pay the rent

you are and yet to me can not be
i can not be you, but i can im ag ine you
not as well as i can im ag ine the ocean
full of men or gods, mus sels and clams
warm salt y par a dise the womb
bloom's (in my) room

© 1998 - Henry Laufenberg     "I am a student and teacher at UC Riverside (California, USA). I have degrees in different areas of English, including creative writing, composition, and literature. I hope to be actively involved with lit., arts, and creation for the rest of my life."

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