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Could We Change This

by

Will Bailey


Could we change this
I come in with the every night look
Could we change this
Every night I come in with the same look.
You donít say much
I talk too little
Is there a point we could borrow from the neighbors?
Iím missing ours.
Dinner and conversation
My day as always yours the same?
Do we do this each night out of duty or Godís fear
Can this go on?
I was single in Boston 1978
without guilt
I walked without chains over the Charles River to Harvard Square
Drank St. Paulie Girls and Guinness Stouts through a straw
Danced naked with Vasser girls till dawn
work my lover to have lunch in Vermont
Sharing razors as we showered and shaved
Hands wrapped around each others
heads back and humming
Blue ties and crab salad
Hands pressed alone matching gray pinstripe
Locked and forgotten
Iím back
Dinner
Pass me that and Iíll hand you this
Weíll buy a Golden Retriever
and have a boy this time.


i could be anyplace

by

Will Bailey


"I could be anyplace by now"
Some sad poet sings on the radio
As we jet drive the New York Thruway
Thirty miles to the bridge
One of my greatest pleasure watching you drive.
Sharp eyes scan the road for any abnormalities
Left hand holds the wheel firmly
Right hand sitting on top of a black stick shift
Like a cat
Long legs become feet
Become pedals
Become one with the car.
You shift to pass the VW bug
your dress rides up exposing black lace encased ivory
You notice me looking and smile
I understand
Your body engages in a dance
Moving hands to wheel and stick
Feet gliding over clutch and gas
and those eyes like green suns see so much
The motor sounds as you press the pedal
The car leaps forward
Faster
You are a concert
Touching you at this speed is not allowed by good sense
I look
The curves of your body more familiar then small town short cuts home
What grace you are
Weaving in and out of traffic
Passing
Passing into my dreams
Why must it be this driver
so fast
so full
Drive me
You drove me
You crashed me
I have become abandoned wreckage on a highway
stopped and rusted.


end of the world

by

Will Bailey

The end of the world comes one day before payday

just my luck

Out of everything last meal of hot dogs rye bread

This could not have waited two days

I could have shopped

Spent time at the produce stand tasting cherries Iíd not buy

Arguing the price of Melons and settling for peaches rather then nectarines

The end of the world what a drag

Two more chapters to go in the Thin Man, and a new Snoop Doggie Dog CD out next

week why the end of the world now

If I had known I never would have mailed d the student loan check off

Forget my credit rating

and that big redhead Mexican mama from apartment 4B with her 38 Dís

if I had the time and the world would last another day or just long enough to put my

head on her chest and tell her Iíve always loved mariachi music and fantasized about

her naked in my kitchen making manunuto

tell her her husband has never loved her

as much as Iíve want her

And this, the end of the world, the day before payday.

Outside itís no better

lawyers asking to brower a few dollars like they plan to pay it back

people practicing safe sex with good looking strangers
Iíve been lied to before and canít take that chance she sings as the sky lights bright red

over the Hong Kong moving east


12 got married

by

Will Bailey

Thanks for telling me 12 got married the other day,
Itís only taken me five years to build this wall and I was growing tried of it anyway, while I wasnít happy, the pain had died down and I stopped shooting junk last spring.
Thanks for telling me she got married and was dressed in white lace looking simply beautiful.
Still as slim as ever.
I remember green was her best color and she love to write in it as well
long letters from Delaware that filled a box in my bedroom, From under the bed I would pull it reading songs sheíd sing to me
My fingers run over the pictures, of use, together in so many places, at home, in love
But thanks for telling me she got marr ied,
I was seeing my therapist once every other week and now find that I am lonely for our weekly chats, and she need a new car, Iím glad to help with payments.
I donít need to replace the knives yet plastic works just fine
and I could trade in the Turbo for something a bit slower anyway,
but thanks for telling me
12 got married
Itís been years since Iíve heard her name spoken
Iíve changed all my friends and rarely come to the city at night.
My phone numberís unlisted and I only drink in gay bars
Sheíll be honeymooning in Montreal you say
staying on St. Catherine street.
She will spent time in the old part of the city and ride the horse drawn carriages there
Lunch outside in full days sun cafes
Dance late at Rock Heads Paradise
Come back to her room and make love to exhaustion
then write, with her back to the rising sun,
songs of his beauty
sip white wine and remember his taste
slowly wake him and start it again.
Thanks for telling me 12 got married
now stop crying and help me with this wall

Poem

by

Will Bailey

Poem

Could we change this
I come in with the everynight
Could we change this
Ever night I come in with the same look.
You donít say much
I talk to little
Is there a point we could brower from the nighbors
Iím missing ours.
Dinner and conversation
My day as always yours the same?
Do we do this each night out of duty or Godís fear
Can this go on.
I was single in Boston 1978
without guilt
I walked without chains over the Chariles river To Harvard Square
Draink St. Paulie Girls and Ginness Stouts through a straw
Danced naked with Vasser girls till dawn
work my lover to have lunch in Vermont
Sharing razors as we showered and shaved
Hands wrapped around each others
heads back and humming
Blue ties and crab salad
Hands pressed alone matching gray pinstrip
Locked and forgotten
Iím back
dinner
pass me that and Iíll hand you this
Weíll buy a Golden Retriever
and have a boy this time