Two Poems by

Leo Mc Albert

EARLIER✶

he asks his friend to phone him

Let me be thought too busy in my fears Enmeshed and poor in patience as I am So weary reckoning your absent hours I have lost faith and hope and powers. My heart it seems was wounded thru mine ear. Canst enter there again, Sir, that damage to repair? So swift thy feet, and swift thy quick report Till pleasure and action make the hours short

LATER

Praying to the goddess Isis, the poet curses the gloacha overshoes he gave his friend.

Let him mistake them when he puts them on Let the left be right and right left

As he misled me.

And let them be too tight, much too tight When he tries to put them on

But once on, Isis-goddess, TOO LOOSE

(As he was)

Let them slip off

But not entirely

Only enough to make him

slip

in the middle of the street

in front of a large TRUCK -on-of course-a rainy day. And if he survives this (Goddess! dear-beloved!) Let every step he takes

Lead him only

To sorrow.

apologies to Shakespeare's Othello

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