A flattening tom-tom and snare, with a vocalist’s hair
down to there, was
my idea of an LA song that was once sung in a Bunker
a long silly time ago-
A poppy song!
But the poem's like that, too, when'er a cute girl
like Anne Sexton
with two lips pressed feebly to the menthol butt
will implode as likely
as not. And even seen from a slightly different angle,
an Anne Sexton poet,
with the always cute smirk, can take chisel to paper
and bare one leg-
like a true poppy poet!