Al Fresco Caf? Poem #242

Al Fresco Caf? Poem #242
By Duane Locke

I possess no dogma.
I have a dog. He parks the car.
I heard a scream in the hen house.
There is always a scream on Sunday.

I burn my candle at both ends.
I once touched the Holy Grail.

Fixed opinions are the opium of the masses.
Angels wink on Tuesday.

I trade on what I have.
I ended up holding a wig and a leg.

In a little while I will come to your room.
The Russian opera will have subtitles.

We will have a paradoxical, oxymoronic love.
The lifestyle of the aborigines is beyond our comprehension.

Duane Locke, Doctor of Philosophy, English Renaissance literature, Professor Emeritus of the Humanities was Poet in Residence at the University of Tampa for over 20 years. As of July, 2005, he has published 5,496 poems in both print and online magazines, such as American Poetry Review, Nation, and Bitter Oleander. He also is the author of 14 print books of poetry and, in 2002, added 3 E books, The Squids Dark Ink, From a Tiny Room, and The Death of Daphne.

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