Merry Fortune

Poet, sometimes musician, and environmentalist Merry Fortune is a former coordinator for the Poetry Project Monday night reading series. A new collection of her poems and stories: Ghosts by Albert Ayler, Ghosts by Albert Ayler, is being published by Futurepoem Books.

TENDERLY, OH TENDERLY FOR RUST

In the heart of innuendo A constructed town
Of limp posture of day's soup
The lonely glow of financial support
To the givers lover and the givers upper
The crawler wanter and the watered Wolford™
Several grasses are respected in expected seasons
Of versatile neglect and wanton Egyptian figurines
Of furtive but for future's ghost, we weep forward
On tiny pillows given away by the scent of amber
We squeal on tomorrow and wait tenderly for rust

Waiting tenderly for rust we are sirloin
In the perfect angle of heart of innuendo
Constructed town posturing on melting soap
Sap lonely and bewildered of financial support
The givers and the lovers have taken several grasses
For wanton Egyptian figurines and wolverines where
Madness is furtive we weep on tiny pillows Forwarded to scent of tenderly
and
amber Rusted and squealing

Rusted and squealing we squelch
Tenderly and amber distrusted of the few
Furtive likenesses are a kind of season
In hands and skin we rest our lord's hope
Of eventually flowing traffic and even
Tempered landlords knowing of no other
Lips but the ones sap lonely and bewildered
Posturing on Egyptian figurines while
Wolverines weep on tiny pillows
Waiting for tears minutiae of appreciation
And tenderly, oh tenderly for rust