“Objective Correlative”
by Reginald Fairfax
September 1, 1939
This bar needs more
literate napkins.
This is Just to Say
I ate your god-dammed
plums.
Sea Poppies
Ekphrastic O’Keefe
about coral reef.
Alba
Are you dead
pretty lady?
The Circus Animals’ Desertion
Where has my muse
Gonne?
The Hollow Men
We sad.
Moreover, the Moon —
Yup.
Black Jacks
You can rob me
you can leave me
you can take my gun
just don’t take away
my cigarettes or my
pen, or my drink, my
friend– you can take
my money; it spends
like lust, but please,
oh bitch please, don’t
take my bones, don’t
take my rust, don’t eat
my hair, my breast, or
my dust– don’t eat my liver,
don’t eat my hair, don’t push
out my puss. Leave me
and I’ll leave you be. It’s
you or me or bust.
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