BETTER THAN POTIONS
Our village love counsellor
tells her lovelorn young
clients that kittens cannot
be caught but if you stay
where you are and do some-
thing interesting the kit-
ten will soon come to you.
I SUPPOSE
the rhetoricians might call this
a variety of the pathetic fallacy
but when we talk on the telephone
I imagine I hear cunt in your voice
the soft slish of honey on silk as
Henry Miller used to describe it.
WAITING
Patiently I'm waiting
For the day when you'll discover
That it was always me
You were waiting for.
- Three poems from The Secret Room, by James Laughlin.
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