Wrong Again

This was better, more sensitive. But so much silence in his conversation-mate Must be a warning. “I’ve learned not to apologize.” He thought, Why me? A line of inquiry that promised to go badly. “You’ve learned not to apologize,” she said. The topic seemed to want a change of scene. Of things to talk about […]

The Impresario Part Nine

To a sheltering place Like a sea bird flown High where rays of sun make gentle Winter’s violent froth and foam He sees a lonely man below Whose feet set on a cliff’s edge stumble The fit passes, in commotion of known voices Pierre can’t stop them crowding past the tent fly One kicks at […]

The Impresario Part Eight

Tortu has done no wrong He lays his lute upon the ground and plucks A melancholic melody with his toes A lilting air flutes o’er this, as serpentine In play of arms and sway of hips The Pythoness begins her dance *** He cannot bring himself to it His lips form the D of Delphi, […]

A Chatterbug’s Memoires

Before self-anointing try a means test Have conference with the ash tree’s railing leaves The dying fighter not yet wholly girdled A corpse of heartwood chip by chip stripped clean Bad tidings brought by an agent of the bourse Make every act of treason underpay Chapters of a chatterbug’s memoires A shallow inflow floats a […]

The Impresario Part Seven

He lifts the doll-woman onto the wagon’s bed At once her small feet prance a pirouette The hunchback has been beaten in the town He must ask his good servant to mark a likeness down One whose fortune Pierre the Seer will uncloak She stands clear for the Wax-man, Regalus He waddles, stately, pale as […]

The Impresario Part Six

O, jealousy! Regalus in penance catches Pierre by the sleeve For amid a burst of cries and laughter none had heard The missile strike. Silent Tortu from errands of his own Pads near to Regalus with a bleeding face Pierre’s hand closes over hers, avec tendresse “Boniface!” The impresario with Poupée clinging to his neck […]

The Cause

You an islet, witness to an hour of rising You a fleer and a tunneler You at times overroofed by another’s Wasted heat Hate discovers you One of these will speak against you And the worst of these Enflamed the mind an empty fuel tank of fumes Swings a stick She, so detrimental to the […]