Benjamin Bourlier
Two Poems
Where I Learned to Behave
about pronouncements
and “stink of artifice” and
being a childI was saying patting as Hitchcock a studio hand
your arm to congratulate your “being
a little drunk” and thought you’d sleevesnot so
that “your scent
is still here in my place
of recovery”like wheat durum of my mouth
and condescension a sponge, that intonot witness conversation
for blips, the thrill of makingyou haven’t thought of sponges in
terms of condescension
you are invitedturning or not
Peopling Affection
I am on my way to the hands-on museum
the entire city’s wifi thenour lunch
gone right fieldwhy, M
LK learned, first, he’d died and
why do I feel he coulda been no pour
parler la bouche, peppermint chewer friend happy
to haunt
three. mints. You
said maybe on the way out
and here you are. You
are a good man. God
bless you brother. A happy
new year to you. Consider:Doublemint commercials ca. ’56 to ’03
having lost the trademark request ’04the hetero pick
happy to haunt, notfidgeting but interesting you
or otherwise annoyance at what is it