I bought you
bottles of perfume
of wine, but
the terrorists made me
lose them at the airport
I flew here by something old — well,
hitched a ride on a pterodactyl —
the Jurassic pilot gave me no peanuts
but I didn’t get eaten
I am so tired of ancient
of modern
pains and planes
creatures
Thus I thrust my arms
an evolved mammal
to bring you me
without Champagne, so
pour me out,
disarm me
to charm me
while I undress my
stress in your arms
flapping
happy
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)
Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert
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