8520. HEART

HEART

I'm as lost as the next guy, I

guess, wearing my heart on a

sleeve made of khaki and

wanting you badly already.

There's a smirk in the sky

where the sailors come on.

They enter the land with

swagger. Some men look

for bones and adders. 

Others just want food.

I can't detect the difference, but

somehow I think I can write 

better than Frederick Seidel.
And probably John Ashbery too.