Selected Poems of Arlen Riley Wilson

Our Lady of Outer Space

Reach down for the sun, reach down
for the stars, reach deeper for the secret
places of the body of her the stars adorn.
You are lost and found in her embrace.
There is nowhere else for you to fall and
no escaping from her love for she is
black and pulsating source,
her million twinkling nipples
nurse all life,
her jewelled ardent body
twines around you always
and there is no place
to go but



An Easter Song
Poem Beginning With a Line from Horace
To the Tune of Derry Air
On almost deciding that
it's too bad prefrontal lobotomies
are out of style especially for mothers
Hymn to the Democratic Party
Announcement 1969
For a Ladies's Magazine

Holistic Remedy
Our Lady of Outer Space
Is The Body of My Enemy my Enemy?
Save Your Breath
To the Persian Gulf: Thanks
Old Woman on the Beach
Quiet Lady

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