Poems for August 16

August 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

Two Poems

~

WE ARE MADE UP OF SMALLER VERSIONS OF OURSELVES STACKED UP ON TOP OF THE SMALLER VERSIONS OF OURSELVES’ SHOULDERS LIKE A HUMAN LADDER WEARING A TRENCHCOAT SO THAT WE LOOK LIKE JUST “ONE NORMAL-SIZED PERSON COMING THROUGH HERE, NO REASON TO GET SUSPICIOUS”

Whenever you were not going in from
the cold, you were gloveless.

SAPPHIRE: You had little hands
THE BUTCHER: And a sapphire
THE CHILDREN: And a butcher
THE MOTHERS: Give us our children.

In the spaceship, they were increasing
the parameter of experience

slowly. Back down, children.
THE LITTLE HANDS: Where are the little gloves?

THE LITTLE TRENCHCOATS: Are we alone?
THE MILES: We better stop.

I like that song that goes:
God only knows what I’d be without you.

 

~

 

GOD REMEMBERS THE NINETIES

Everybody has been hanging around here
a lot.

ANITA: I stubbed my toe on the ottoman.
JEAN-BERTRAND: I touched myself in the eye.
A LAMP: If there is some music, there is a room.
WIKIPEDIA: Some people are listening to “The Dolphin’s Cry.”

I cannot think of anything sadder
than your parents’ clothes in a suitcase —

besides the mass production of spoons.
DOLLY (THE SHEEP): If the world had a face, I’d spit on it.

LOVE (THE SHEEP): I’m famous for being famous.
THE CARNIES: Philosophy can be a means.

of exploring joy and its intricacies.
There is a wooden bird that drinks water.

 

-Paul Legault, from The Other Poems (Fence Books, 2011)

Advertisements

Tagged: , , , ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

What’s this?

You are currently reading Poems for August 16 at Looking Back at Orpheus.

meta

%d bloggers like this: