The Impresario: Epilogue

    The Impresario Epilogue   His showman’s eye, a gift…he’d called it that Boasted how poignancy might mix with horror This he’d known to parse and measure What string to pluck for sympathy; then touch a purse for charity Urge strong men condescend Stare and dig in pockets Give sop to concupiscence He’d weighed […]

That You Love (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 29 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

    That You Love   I mean nothing. I said nothing… Now I’m stuck having to explain the reason Reason, little bunny, love is gutter-dredge, not heritage Well, the way you fetishize the phrase who cares There’s no legitimacy when you’re crafting dolls Tough break you’re croaking on your pond You salivate at someone’s […]

The Impresario (part twenty-six)

Posted by ractrose on 28 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

    The Impresario Part Twenty-Six   “You will appreciate my dilemma.” The Bishop says this to the wax-man He has been pleased to find this one have Latin For without the prompting of these matters grave Had of his own to doubt the Friar Gaspard Ought so to be relied on, with regard To […]

Madam Black Widow (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 27 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

  Madam Black Widow   I have three things to do Just in the course of a brief review I can smell their error They forget they’ve left the trash bags here They forget that I can spray the door (I have an enemy who lives out there) They forget that I can scratch the […]

Mr. Boots Has Fleas (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 24 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

    Mr. Boots Has Fleas   The first bite is the one that itches Generalissima Flea says, “Sisters, keep your back low, it’s a war zone. Jump! Hold your column, single file. Make for the summit. The summit! Where the blood flows warm. Some of you will be swallowed by the cat, and some―” […]

The Impresario (part twenty-five)

Posted by ractrose on 21 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

    The Impresario Part Twenty-Five   Three long blasts and a short to summon The captain of the Bishop’s horse The foot-guard lustily bash heads Gaspard’s men eagerly make arrest For every fine collected is a feather for their nest Tortu’s sturdy back unaided must draw the sledge The wax-man’s mass umbrellaed ’Neath a […]

Where Fashion Sits (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 18 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

    Where Fashion Sits   Are you the larval worm In the larder Every feathered pillow has this unseen delver You feel yourself layered in tissue paper Your rat’s race a peristaltic ripple of waxy flesh Your crackling head a pin The glue has brittled in the way of yellow cellophane The leather soles […]

Mince No Words: Seventh Battle Stations

Posted by ractrose on 17 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

    The Folly Battle Stations         Mince No Words   Business is to be got to…Trout, though he’d offered pretext Possesses so little of personal quality While a monocled eye, unsuffering of fools, peers so expectant The host shrugs away his first, introductory amblings Though ahead he forages as much as […]

Male and Female (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 15 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

    Male and Female   You might be nothing much a hatchback human utilitarian, cute thing a nice or not nice who says I’m not named with a name without a hope for yourself the profile of a popular young’un a ranch hand from a feet up, TV on waiting out the ninth month […]

The Impresario (part twenty-four)

Posted by ractrose on 14 Jan 2020 in Art, Poems

  The Impresario Part Twenty-Four   Behind leathern masks are the fighters’ faces hid To make livelier sport for the pleasure of the mob For to lose the sight of an eye, or have a nose cut off Cuts short the combat, those on tiptoes at the back Do not strain themselves to witness a […]