And the Horse You Came In On, It Too Shall Be Ridden By Naked Julie Fisher

As sure as you can
find a clenched fist in
a barroom of sailors
I'm reasonably certain
Baltimore poet Julie Fisher
is somewhere having
sex right now.

Having crawled from
the coffin of Allen Ginsberg,
the most naked human
of the 20th Century,
after hunching on his
blissed out dormant form,
the gas jets of her
glandular expression
hit high and something broke
the off switch - leaving her
bare in musty warehouse
spaces, tiny tinkly cabarets,
even sun-dappled orchards.

Even as I speak
a masked man is
pulling some...