Saint-Saëns! By Kimberly Stutevoss

Saint-Saëns! By Kimberly Stutevoss

In this sunset of roses, his fangs spout

Clear and careful, a tongue scratches around

Right down caressing the brute beast full of

The exact peril, emerges and leaps.

The white chocolate Tiger stands flexing.

Without disturbing a hair, this moment

Noisy and marvelously while music

Swills in a dizzying eye, delicate

And luxurious with the attention

On the striped and irritable flowers.

Only a jar of petals at the table

Eternally fixed into porcelain

With steam that goes up in the urethra

Curling out of the pot in the air to

Truly aggravate the Garden of Zoos

In the afternoon odds and ends come to

Contemplation in the studio is

To be whispering now at four o’clock

A menacing chair dropped unerringly

A whisper of a spirit, its stomach

Aspirin throws breathless pisses around the

Furry nuts, which now have a terrible

Puss, from wholly scrofulous knowing it

Has been given moments before to the

One who is mentally and always there.

Usages of its stands says, “ah be me”

The white chocolate tiger stands flexing

Without disturbing a hair, this moment

Confusing you do not understand what

you read on this page about the tiger

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Chez Jane

BY FRANK O'HARA

The white chocolate jar full of petals

swills odds and ends around in a dizzying eye   

of four o’clocks now and to come. The tiger,   

marvellously striped and irritable, leaps   

on the table and without disturbing a hair   

of the flowers’ breathless attention, pisses   

into the pot, right down its delicate spout.

A whisper of steam goes up from that porcelain   

urethra. “Saint-Saëns!” it seems to be whispering,   

curling unerringly around the furry nuts   

of the terrible puss, who is mentally flexing.   

Ah be with me always, spirit of noisy   

contemplation in the studio, the Garden   

of Zoos, the eternally fixed afternoons!   

There, while music scratches its scrofulous   

stomach, the brute beast emerges and stands,   

clear and careful, knowing always the exact peril   

at this moment caressing his fangs with   

a tongue given wholly to luxurious usages;   

which only a moment before dropped aspirin   

in this sunset of roses, and now throws a chair   

in the air to aggravate the truly menacing.