Two Poems
J.M. Gamble

a game show network

I willy-nilly regard crease

& line, wonder if you will draw

card & scream like child,

like long-lost child & mother.

I by-the-by think you

must be lying to me, but Meisner

says emotion follows action

& I know you subscribe to him

via television waves, tele-

phone waves, internet waves

(which, all, must not surely be waves)

& as you wave to me from

there-&-back-again,

I tongue-in-cheek scream

alone to you at last:

take the deal / take it like a man.



a rude mechanical

I am certified

finder-out-of-

moonshine.

I am ribbon

und musk,

which is

wo/man,

which is

Gentile (genteel) Jewish

wo/man.

I am certified

composite, top

und Bottom.

Must I speak now?

Aye, marry, must you.

I go to see a voice

und it is all

I can do to keep

from whispering your name

through the hole of a wall.

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