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Clover Kreger

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Tactile Deprivation

by Clover Kreger


Crazy Eyes –
softly places his bum on the back seat of the bus
and eyes
and eyes
and eyes you up
and tries
and tries and tries
quickly –
to touch
your shrinking hand
You move
to be pursued
sitting down
or standing up
round the confines of the bus
Two young men fortress you in the back seat
with their heads, hands, knees,
so he gives up
and glides up
to try
and try
and try
to touch the other foreign woman on the bus
this failing, he makes a rush
on the other passengers on the bus
to touch a hand, or something bolder,
to lay his hand upon a shoulder
and soon there is a silent reaction
as passengers frantically jump up, and push by
no one daring to look him in the eye
Crazy Eyes
smells
though young, and virile, repels
and tries
and tries
and tries
to make contact
with humanity
he tries
and tries
and tries. . .
you’re torn between the desire to laugh, and the impulse to cry
’cause you know it’s not easy
being tactilely deprived
socially misfit
laughed at and despised
and you, too, want to lay your head on somebody’s shoulder
life seems daily harder, humanity colder
you can sense his distress
it’s all amiss
he only wants to be cuddled and kissed
but he can’t play the civility game
and is destitute
has no money for prostitutes
Crazy Eyes
smells
though young,
and virile,
repels
and tries
and tries
and tries
I’d like to try too
Only I’m not crazy enough to

 


A Selection of Poems by Clover Kreger

The Unicorn of Morn

The Kites

The Radiance and The Pain

I'd rather flee than fight thee

Nascent Morning in the Mountains

Rabbit On

Programmed

In Transient Flashes, For a Transcendental Moment which Passes, Life (Can't You See?) Is an Ecstasy

The Sun God

The Remarkable Cat

The Fit Cats and Fat Whores of Singapore

Tactile Deprivation

When Lost in Literary Labyrinths. . .

All Fineness and Finery Goes to Earth

Statuary Round the Room

Armed
With the Voluptuous Imagery of My Private Mythology,
to Free the Prisoner, I Scaled the Citadel

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© Copyright 2007 Clover Kreger

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