Poetry

Nines

Nines

The Harvest

The Harvest

Eggbeater Denial

Eggbeater Denial

The handle turns the little wheel;
beaters spin with a ruffled sound
and whir and whirl around and round
to stiffen the glossy, lustrous mound,
inflating the glorious puffed erection
of eggs and cream and chocolate: mousse.
Gastronomy’s divine perfection!
And subsequently this confection
dissolves in my stomach, to congeal
its sordid fats in gastric juice
and impose another pound.

The Fly Between

The Fly Between

The Artificial Tongue

The Artificial Tongue

The dead around the tower seized
the artificial tongue,
which lapped half-truths in worn designs
and sang what had been sung.

They placed it gently in its box
and waited for false dawn
and ringed the tower in distress
when each had tried it on.

But when the dawn did not arrive,
they held their measured breath,
returned again to their graves
and died another death.

The Interment of Another Man

The Interment of another Man

I should be fixed on the preacher's words
but backhoes idle out of sight,
horseflies hum in mausoleums,
children snap their gum, bluebirds
dive and dispel the no-see-ums.
The sun is shedding little light.

And when I spied the billboard girl
in a choral spate of woolen grays
striding toward infinity,
I first surmised this somber mural
scene did not portend divinity
but was an ad for all that decays.

Søren’s Boat

Søren’s Boat

Remnants of Nature in Our Lives

Remnants of Nature in our Lives

Memphis Fall

Memphis Fall

Far from Pedestrian

Far from Pedestrian

The checkered sneakers stolen from a child
and yoked together with a knot of laces
now hang suspended from a power line,
transcending hopscotch, tetherball, and races.

Until a lineman comes to cut them down,
the pair will slowly twist as nature pleases,
darkened by rain or fading in the sun,
their soles tap-dancing in the lightest breezes.

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