meeting by Bob MacKenzie for Linda there are poems outside what I write poets beside me burning bushes they made themselves why choose one smile for the cat's jive is more hep blowing crazy lines cheshire and glib ivories glinting dark between webbed branches crimson lip synchs that flick open mouthed words like cats have teeth and they glisten pearly white in the shower bloody makeup runs singing in the rain not words but scat the safe refrain from unknown forms words don't do do they at times like this outside time you face lips suspended bleeding in the rain burning in the bush |