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Five Poems
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Adriana Farmed crawfish, a confederacy of cocktail happy that we’re not married anymore—exit Raphael
banners fall in streams
from our balcony—I’ve woken taut in all certainty the long pace down the plank
I sense the movement on the street silence unfolds our guarded pavilion her knife catches the light—
the beaded balustrade, sequence of sequins maybe she’s a pro throwing tennis balls through banisters.
There’s a word… not Celine, Celeste…élan her suggestion
the way without words.
* * * Elysian Field I falter mal petit
she there holding her stare
rapt oh Lord
consider each eyelash lake marked
by buoy a gesture
speaks her hands something nether worldly
pure fatigue encased on the wing of another
* * * Eye Candy Some times we’re given a gift, to open or simply increase
the traps would not set if nothing were caught—
your heady perfume, the lip print on a cigarette in the ashtray
the way I lose myself in conversation
merely looking is possession permission—
founded on vanity, seriously think about
the rights and feelings of you rather than my own.
* * * Telemachus to Odysseus Dare listen and think we change, cut above the brow wind chimes ting window sills
and now there’s no settling rather a select number father, I count them in the sea
poached pompano in meuniere their hair casually bunned glossy-lipped, wisped – I don’t watch
them drive away, lovers really wouldn’t be out these hours slowly I cut the light
leaving the fan rotating slowly, taking my time –
* * * Sorrento We follow weary back to camp fingers frozen
bags of dead birds— ducks the only casualty
long in the tooth hair on the knuckles talking about the hunt
how surprised to pick one out of the sky have it splash the marsh
and you are there calling them in like virgins
our shotguns like canons frighten me but we want birds
mallard, goose, pin tail too easy floating aimless
on the water.
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