Dutch crullers, buttermilk, French
coconut, and a stream of glaze
come to his day. May
have to put him in the hospital
to stitch the mouth. Tighten
the belt. Register the hunger.
The black book of want.
Out on the street after hours
at one store that never closed.
He finds a river of desire.
Jumps in the boat. Current
will carry, no oars. Pick up
boatman if you wish. Experienced.
Cousin works the Greek afterlife.
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john mann poems 
I sense the slightest taint of ambition in this poem, which should strictly be a funky poetic belch (for which there is a place). “Inhabit his dreams,” is not necessary. Lets not bring treacherous dreams into so honest a moment. Then “Cousin works the Greek afterlife” takes me out of the poem just too long enough while I search for the right reference. As a half-Greek, however, I do endorse donuts in Olympia even when the image gets a little sticky?!
Ha. Love it.
On Thursday, June 19, 2014, john mann poems wrote:
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