Kings of New England, An Open Letter To John Irving

Sir,

Just a note, short and to the point, to let you feel my longing
First, the briefest mention of the bears
It’s the bears, I am in love with the feeding, indiscriminate, wonton
It’s the dump that dislocates, but then that’s the point I fear
Now to the real point
The women
Here in my mind
Décolletage is wasted on coarse women with thick fingers
In other parts of the world
The strong hand of confident insecurity makes the liveliest undergarment
Strong or weak, aggressive or insipiently grey
A squash racquet to the collar bone is a real outcome
And a pink cardigan is a soft wish for boys who don’t know any better
Trysts on trains, old school cliché, but you pull it off
How can you say what a red dress commands, for its mostly torture
This may be the unspeakable outrage that makes it real
Waiting and seeing is today’s special
It’s the women, I am in love with the feeding, indiscriminate, wonton
It’s the dump that dislocates, but then that is the point I fear.
You got that right for sure Sunshine

Good night you Princes of Maine…

 

Corey Rowley
Copyright 2022

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

About all I can say is masterful.
W.

[Robert Trakofler]

Never read the book but I have it planted in my mind now! I love the juxtaposition of the lines as always clever Mr. Crowley:) I should like to meet this woman from Maine you paint her rather intriguing!