Two Poems

Richard Linker

TO A BIKE MESSENGER

Behold the happy bicycle seat
That weds itself unto your meat!
Over and over docking in your notch,
Would I were it to nudge your crotch!
I am the tongue to stroke your face
And with your jockeys would trade place!
(And too the bright and yellow pack
That spreads its wings across your back!)
I see the grime that gilds your ass,
And reach for it each time you pass!
I watch your feet, the sagging sock,
Pumping, pumping, down the block,
Sonnets be damned, the form's in hock,
So Love with me and beat the clock.

I SET OUT TO WRITE A POEM

I set out to write a poem.
The teacups stood at attention.
Each bird in the land
Sang clink clink, cheep cheep
Clink clink, cheep cheep and
Twirled a coin
Across its knuckles.

Richard Linker

Richard's poems appeared in several literary magazines, most recently in James Wright Review; he lives in San Francisco, where he works at Clean Well Lighted Place for Books.

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