WPBPoems

Copyright © 2008 W. P. Benz

POEMS

Toot me Light
                  von William P. Benz
June, 1997

The ships are in
& the skin of the city crawls with sailors
   & their counterparts
      plying the waves of desire.

Tut mir leid,
but I will pass on the Rose Festival, Again.

Toot me light.

   The cold war is not over, it's just come home.

   Toot me light.

      A rose in a bottle,
      A bottle on the wave.

   Tut mir leid.