ACT
Louis Faber
Dear Mr.
President
just wanted
you to know
that God
and I
have worked out
our problems Ð
I don’t
question her
and she doesn’t
turn me
into a pillar
of salt.
And please
tell John
Ashcroft that
he might like
Moore’s
Fahrenheit 9/11.
AUBADE
Louis Faber
The sun peers through
the skylight, sneaks
catlike up the comforter.
He strokes her cheek,
they are drawn together,
lips touch,
toes twine,
hips press,
fingers trace,
the mattress a world
of infinite gravity.
Downstairs
the cat paces angrily,
the coffeemaker
thirsts for beans.
THIS POEM
Louis Faber
This poem begins
with infinite
possibility
MUSINGS
Louis Faber
The poet muses: I wonder
if a cat purrs when no one
is in the same room.
I suppose we could put in
a microphone and find out.
Schršdinger comments:
if there is no microphone
the cat is purring and
the cat is not purring,
and what is the half-
life of a poem.
SO SIOUX ME
Louis Faber
Remarkably few
Sioux
live in Sioux Falls
or Sioux City
although they
have few
reservations
about doing
so.
BUSINESS SUITS
Louis Faber
ÒWhat do you think is the likelihood
of success in the long run,Ó she asks,
and I watch the fly land on my forearm,
perched on hairs that barely
bend under his inconsequential weight.
His wings are a perpetual twitch,
almost unseen, and felt only as a faint
breeze in my imagination, while a world
is created, a reality collapses, a butterfly
is born and dies, and the fly stares at me
a thousand faces the same, each processed
in turn, digested and stored in
a finite space, overwritten by
the next face, flower, while
his tongue unfurls, flicks and sucks
on a bead of sweat at my elbow.
“Not very good,” I respond.
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