A Sexton poem (1)

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!