Poetry
by Louie Clay
I Knew for Three Decades
First only one shiny gray pube,
a lovely secret
I waited five years to tell you.
You smiled.
I thought you'd hate aging.
I was wrong.
You look good
and play for keeps.
Fore-say
Thank you, creator,
for breasts and chests,
for slits galore and slippery places,
for nerves in all touch.
For the first person to kiss us with mouth open,
for the first to nod or pant....
Give us Your imagination.
I hate to disturb you...
but you've missed a half moon and a star at the very tip.
If you happen to hear this message or wake up,
look out the back window of the study.
Squeeze yourself for me.
First you let the ooze drip
First you let the ooze drip
into gauze you placed below it
on my left leg.
Then you read Wikipedia
and strapped the pad over the drip
packed to stay there
behind a surgical sock.
I'd rather be kissing you.
I'll wait.
Old men wait as often and as long
as we did when we were boys
and grown men moved in front
of us to the barber's chair —
as if what they had to do
was more important,
as if bagging lymphedema
is more important than kissing.
It's not.
Louie Clay (né Louie Crew), an Alabama native, is an emeritus professor at Rutgers. He is 77 and lives in East Orange, NJ, with Ernest Clay, his husband of 40 years.
As of today, editors have published 2,370 of Clay's poems and essays.
Clay has edited special issues of College English and Margins. He has written four poetry volumesSunspots (Lotus Press, Detroit, 1976), Midnight Lessons (Samisdat, 1987), Lutibelle's Pew (Dragon Disks, 1990), and Queers! for Christ's Sake! (Dragon Disks, 2003).
See also http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louie_Crew. The University of Michigan collects Clay's papers. Reach him by email at louie.clay@comcast.net