(last summer, while on vacation in Wash. State)
R. Kimm
Hunting in the Cascade Mtns, in the desert,
in the arid Columbia Basin, in the Mexican
Supermarkets in Odessa, Othello, Sprague,
the littered-w.-wrecks Spokane Indian Res-
ervation, the pony spacey loquacious Col-
ville Indian Res. just N. of the concrete
Grand Coulee Dam, w. its blinking green
night running lights
hunting for you
for your big smile
for your big dark hair
your big throaty chortle
Yr big smile -- ennobles
Yr big hair teases (you like to suck on its tails
when running the machine alone
-- 3 a.m.)
Yr big chortles lift my spirits unexpectantly
(its soo-o big!!)
Yr keyboard work, yr frets, high-laced boots,
(yr tongue, yr pedal-to-the-medal
sexy, yr lips when you pointedly
pucker them)
yr booming bass, alto, tremolo
thrill-soprano to me heart
(yr franko complexities + possibilities)
“I want ‘ya to listen to these songs on this tape --
they’re my new composition...”
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