Gary Kuhlmann

SONG

When I am dead, my dearest,
sing the blues.
Break open a scorching blue rainbow of violent roses.
Throw your arms around skyscrapers filled with colorful suicides.
Reach in vain
for the branches of cold flame that reduce me to star dust
in a twinkling.

I'll see you in the shadows of planes passing over. Like a cloud,
your amnesia will run everywhere,
especially where I won't be again.
I'll feel the rain come on like subways rumbling. Yeah,
sing the blues. I'll hear you knocking
the dog who wouldn't go away
just because one night you let him stay.
I'll hold my breath as you drag my memory
into the back seat of a taxicab at midnight
and down an octave or two,
bringing it all back home
and hitting the bridge triste and largo.

Location:	Iowa City, Iowa
Occupation:	Editor
Email:	gkuhlman@zeus.ia.net
Publications:	The Cream City Review, Stirring
Books:	The Man from U.N.C.L.E.: The Terra Incognita Affair (a novella in production)

- October 2002 - Conjugating Anatomies After the Flood Instruction Hey You Kids, Get That Dirty Bomb Off My Lawn! Oven-sun Bus Stop breasts Bread and Tulips A Son Born To A Family of Women variation on pollock's cathedral Leonardo’s Notebooks - Poetry by Current & Former Editors - Charming Jenna Sept. 10th the things we do for Kings must end sometime Song Leftovers I'm learning to love haiku Valet Parking at the Salvation Army Shark in Sheep’s Clothing - Stirring's Best From Year Three - Killing Cattle for Disease, Greeley, 1998 Dear Anna Body Parts for Art Hogs Loosed En Route to Slaughter Trying to Raise the Dead Groundhog Day