mark hartenbach - two poems


sonny liston

could drop a mug
with one punch
but the drug
left him
with a taste
that he savored

it followed him
down to the mat
from a phantom right
to a fleabag hotel
singing 
old sharecropper songs
rocking to the high
the sweet bye & bye


1971

what i remember best
is hot locust night buzz
twisting in alchemical
can i get a witness
visions of unobtainable
young thighs
ploughing through
drone of every day lessons
transmundane
hop right to it
that requires nothing
but sweetest imagination
holy skin
spread out
undisturbed 
by reality

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