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Poems for Corry

UNTITLED
Tough times in Amsterdam.
Renting their bodies,
Lovely whores can’t make ends meet.
        November 1981

THE END OF THE NEWS
Since knowing you
my glass eyes are broken
It has to do with love
that much is clear
When you wait too long
it never comes out right
The next time you appear
how shall we see each other?
Put yourself in my shoes,
the end of the news is right on time.
        November 1982

THE ECSTASY AND THE ANGER
Wild my love and free,
hurricanes of passion.
How shy a wind mere trust is.
        May 1983

FUTURE MEMORY
You reminded yourself of the future
because only two weeks ago
you were already there.
        August 1983

LIFE & DEATH
Beauty of scorpions,
the sting is the thing.
Dark light, bright side of the moon.
        April 1984

EVERY WOOF HAS HIS DAY
Snuffie time, piss & shit.
Corry makes me hard.
Sorry, God, the books ain’t done yet.
        August 1984

CORRY TALK: EDDIE
Your mind and eyes
are at the same level.
Your mouth is lower.
        August 1985

CORRY TALK: IRA
After the airport
I went home and lay down.
It was quiet.
        October 1985

BIRTHDAY POEM FOR CORRY
“Fuck yourself,” she cried
when I announced my Birthday Poem for Corry.
“Perfect,” I replied.
But in the end, which was nearer the middle,
all either of us knew for sure
was that some damn fool was really eating dog food.
Things like that happen when you reach sweet thirty.
                                                                             November 14th 1985

NO HOPE, IT’S HOLLAND
Pretty dumb, don’t you think,
not weighing out your options?
I mean, when there’s a choice
between getting murdered
and going to India…
        February 11th 1986

EDDIE WOODS

Poems first published in Exquisite Corpse print edition (1986)

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