Warm smile not found in her cigarette
A kidnapping is heard at the end of the table
between the box
and flour railing.
He regains his composure for figures
and drops from his cheek
and the air conditioner kicks
and the plates are cleared from the table.
Intoxicated by the game, she keeps her hand on the champagne.
Bedtime. Hand in hand. She sips rain.
The clam shell hell for two.
I can’t hear her eyes. Their whispers trump the tension
and my heart stops.
The notes–they crawl under the table
frowning at the fans contact with skin.
A cheek breath thief approaches,
shakes the nodding foundation of warmth,
burning feet till blackened
and funny
all brown with hard edges
and weak black slacks exposed
to the pop–having reached back
to picture–walking through the panic
of–anticipation’s endless cloud of smoke.
The knots of my cigarette whisper–between acute leukemia caught
in the transplant of pronunciation, from window washing to wonder,
heels to heals for the marrow transplant splendid–crying in heated disbelief.
One cannot help but laugh in a hospital
for the round wooden covered table treatment
with children transplanted underneath.
You mouth it down efficient–center lines rarely clear–
something awaiting me… groundout proof of a catcher
sticking the fanfare in wait.
This poem originally appeared in The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats, an anthology of poetry written by Mike Giardina. The complete the anthology is available below:
Table of contents:
- Sun Shine Body
- On arrival in a lot of no civilization and plenty of letters,
- The unable to deliver
- An upwards slanted walk
- A familiar voice
- Those who have a standard way of going
- Left each chapter within us
- Warm smile not found in her cigarette
- To regain his composure for figures
- Food for rejecting his feet
- Even during--even if it during
- Lying on the floor, stretched after stir
- A soldier frames the wall
- A step by boulder
- A train by life station
- I was able to take the old north of town
- Fledgling
- Job
- Bradbury's closet
- A mummy's leggings
- Sipping mother's sweat
- Flash like an individual there
- I realize the skyline while playing catch with mother's death
- Running far away from a city, to return a week later
- Dysmorphexia
- Carried the clock over
- We have been meeting years
- Chocolate Italian princess
- Champion of Years
- "How much longer will I be able to remount the mothproof thrusting..."
- Over as rivers are over