Monday, July 13, 2009

new poetry series - spies of the field

Hey guys, I've been going through ups and downs lately in what exactly I want out of my poetry. Call it a long overdue period of artistic growth/wandering/whatever. Here's a poem from a new series, then. Enjoy!

spies in the field: gilded

it is we who don masks
and take
away the cigarettes from
a parlor

and suggest a sip of coffee with
a dark glance.
the half-moon
circles under a waitress’

is not enough to riot.

we think of overturning our
secret disguise and go around bragging.

a car upturns down the boulevard
and the city reminds us

the holy grail is hidden in its

and pulsating even,
and screaming even.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I want to to thank you for this good read!
! I absolutely loved every bit of it. I have got you book marked to look at
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