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Mate in 77
and For the Sake of Saturday
two poems by Ernest Williamson III

love made the sun set
she cornered conception
black hole understood
the end is the beginnning
send me back the old man said
take hold of my elusive skin
lick the froth
from the many wishes
in my hairs of gray
yet love made the sun set
as the beginning is the end
of only a sandy cry
from hollow and pithy
ForgetMeNots

For the Sake of Saturday

I sought the coils
in dainty yellow pillows
aggrieved with one blink by me
the dust mites parading around invisibly
living as we do at times aggresively untidy
as the fragments of all
tawny subjects

yet the day this day kills the ills of sneezing
and my age the kiss of old wine wont bug me
since the anguish on my face mucus salty to the tongue
rendered numb touches
for she kissed me again
on my 75th year
all for the sake of Saturday.

Ernest Williamson III, is a graduate student at the University of Memphis. He has been published in Electric Acorn, The Canopic Jar, Entropic Desires, The Makakta, and Scribble, among other publications. He also paints and composes music.