Poetry Wednesday
This Wednesday we’re putting the spotlight on Seth Michelson’s When I Heard the Learned Structuralist,” from his collection, released earlier this year, Eyes Like Broken Windows. Happy hump day!
When I Heard the Learned Structuralist
When I heard the learned Structuralist
prove love a “neurotic fantasy”;
when she showed us how neurons flash,
neon-electric, a constant fireworks;
when I, sitting here, heard her lecture
in high heels, a tight blue skirt,
how soon, disreputable, I grew lusty, wild, tumid, still rising
into dream, I wandered off with her voice, seduced
by the mystical, moist portal of its mouth:
soft now, meeting my kisses,
a red rose opening to full bloom, her body
undulant with pleasure,
a star that wobbles, contracts, then bursts.
