Milieu (poem)
Milieu
You like and you don’t like
Thin chances but first to subtract aplomb
A fellow’s duty done
Subtract an unobstructed view and brace
Like Dr. Bellows dressed
In oilskins, your slumbering other self
Can’t help but help
Be national interviewee miked and lensed
Smooth criminal’s aileron roll on hurricane winds
A sly, ingenious, patron-gifted, faux autistic
Foe lays a cunning trap, strikes a deceitful pose
Craft, as the fang of a cat, fatuously arrayed
To tempt
Or not
Or so you think
Or so time says you nay
Five points to the order blank, pole star
No, you’re not meant to like it
Though Orion’s dog might have scented it
All that money changing hands
Top cats get cash, you, football, get
Your kicks, riches of embarrassment, but
Coy you, the way you wear your hat
The way you eat your crow
The bird’s eye’s heartless assessing
Ceiling-mirrored show
Why, you, it was you, your face said that
Milieu
The Blurbs
Mystical
(2018, Stephanie Foster)