Eight: King’s Bishop (poem)
How’s the latest hoodwink?
That a good word, hoodwink? You like it?
So it comes from olden times, highway robbery
Stagecoaches, powdered wigs
Stand and eat liver, that the phrase? [laughs]
And warned him with her death
You think I’m nuts, what’s he talking about?
You don’t know that one. What poems you know then?
I’m asking after your art, Artsy
They let you get away with it, another time?
So, you got boodle, got your hat full?
There’s a pirate word for you, boodle.
Got coin? The Bishop needs it. Here’s mine
Drop it in.
Okay, c’mon, you’re a movie star
They got a fashion spread and they heisted your looks
Now you’re too big for the little people
Don’t give yourself bad karma, Artsy
Sorry, my eyesight ain’t what it was…
you better bend over and pick that up
Next time, chump, next time
But the Bishop laughs, slaps the King’s back
Folds the bill and makes of it a whistle
(2022, Stephanie Foster)