Issue 123, Summer 1992
In the beginning is the paper, blank and void.
That’s the way you buy it, the unwritten “word”.
The clean slate of your law-abiding citizen
is a red toreador’s cape to a worked-up poet.
Unbearable, this emptiness. This desert cries
out for a few poetical strokes. Something must
bring it to life! Nothing comes from nothing,
it always takes two— and three is even better.
For me it’s Julietta and the muse who do the trick
They fructify me. And with menages a trois like
ours, it always pays to use fresh sheets. Stains,
after all, are human. That’s what it’s all about!