Steve Dalachinsky: Erotic Poem (Un Poco Loco)

(http://www.tribes.org/web/2010/05/14/waltzing-in-quicksand-poets-in-collage/)

she tell’s me that my new erotic poem is too clean
that i’m too clean
i tell her that i don’t know how to write erotic poems
the sax player bends over & grabs her horn
i pat her ass & tell her that i just don’t know
how to write erotic poems
that i really don’t even want to write
erotic poems
but that my new poem’s a good poem none-the-less
she smiles & nods her head
arching her back ever so slightly
in time with the music
she heaves her chest forward &
says she understands
the sax player plays a heavy tune
i say that i can’t just write about certain things
i see & block others out
she says she’s strong the sax player
& that i should write
just what i write but that this poem is
too polite
too clean
i kiss her on the mouth
caress her breast
& say i understand
when in truth & fact i actually do not
i just can’t write erotic poems
she smiles gently rises walks away
the tune is over
the sax player puts away her
horn.

8/29/81 south street seaport slightly edited 2/7/10 2 a.m. second edit 2 p.m.

(http://www.newmystics.com/documents/SteveDalachinsky-EroticPoems.pdf)

(Steve Dalachinsky)