"T. S. Eliot" by John Guzlowski

Love Song of T. S. Eliot

My new false teeth made it hard
For me to speak the French
I wanted to whisper to her,
Those lines from Baudelaire,
That always touched me so,
Lines about the light love creates,

So I took the teeth out
And gummed my Baudelaire
Until she begged me to stop,
Her tears rolling through
Her laughter but I couldn’t.

I just kept spitting out vowels
Vibrating them with my slippery
Red gums and mulish laughter.

John Guzlowski is a widely published poet.  

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