Scott MacLeod ENJOY LIFE a solitary beauty saves, I think all down-trodden hacks chance, tilt oblivious, sibling against sibling lead wallets sink our warships shift the dust mites far away as far away as her mouth sucking some other mouth on her knees but not singing not song upon her lips time barking like a stray dog hiding in the roses — waiting life hangs in this balance in this moment grace gives us nothing but reckless treasure we call it air, shredded what’s in shreds — waiting as if it’s all our fault long life is gory, faultlined it lies down, undone unknown, condemned subjected to songs with dumb lyrics stupid karaoke [This is Ezra Pound’s 1919 “Envoi” from “Hugh Selwyn Mauberley [Part I]” written backwards and altered. 2023.] MORNING SORROW sorry, Rose, the man on the ladder drank cider, alone, lost his senses slipped the ladder, he went down like a bridegroom, stunned his beard is gone, shaved to please his bride, bright- eyed but now gone too turned away from love what binds us, bound her but slipped the ladder, rung the bell to call the wedding guests to hear the ghastly ghostly tale, the woful agony that forced her to be free and turn perforce away to clear the arbor, flee the kirk, the breeze that blew, the dew that settles dries like paint [This is a very lazy backwards rewriting of Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “Rime of the Ancient Mariner.” 2023.] YO, RICK! that laugh always makes her come, as must her favorite thick inch in her lady chamber now her chap grins and falls on the table roaring, flashing her, singing, gambling kissing her lips, her gorge, its rims absorbed in her imagination, he’s hung has her on her back a thousand times a fancy infinitely funny jester and his lass [This is a quick backwards rewriting of the “Alas, poor Yorick…” monologue from William Shakespeare’s “Hamlet.” 2023.]previous page contents next page
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