Transposed (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 15 May 2019 in Art, Poems

OIl painting of sonic missle breaking through clouds

 

 

Transposed

 

The wreckage walks mumbling beneath a slack jaw

“That’s right”

He tells himself, some plans in ruin are transposed

Today the wretched knick-knackery composes all

Dry cleaning, tweeds to wedge away until

the sky turns grey

Arch, the eyebrow raised, the place descending

Underneath the bridge where cups

bob in the waterway

His charade is not a pretense he means

To grapple with it all again

Transposed, or more a shell game

Where at length the chickpea rolls

And here three watchers on the span

One with a camera and another

Who meets the mumbler’s eye and says

“I know”

Water

Today the river flows

Its color the blackened underside of an iron pot

Or the eely prickling skin of a bottom dweller

Beans for dinner

“The heart,” he thinks, “the earthly death.”

The cat and her kittens mewling in the drainpipe

Certain in their knowledge that the

human hand is unkind

Have no tear to shed

 

 


Transposed

Oil painting of flea with face of man

Dum-dum

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(2019, Stephanie Foster)

 

 

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