Sunday, June 5, 2011

Bail Out

Bail Out

A silver piece or two or stainless steel or lead,
The price for shiny things we pay or barter.
And Mercury and quicksilver same,
Bundled, frozen, amalgamated: fiat.

What money? What Betrayal? What sterility? Poison?
The price for dream’d betrayals,
Blossomed or hatched or cesarean’d,
Unsafe as any seed: still unplanted.

Behold the plastic answer, its supple worthless bonds,
The price for imagination, hope—nay faith—
Nigh full faith and credit, silicon, silicone,
Saline’d breast unsuckled.

And trade, oh trade this thought,
Not perish’d, nor fully ripe’d, nor stale—a
Bit of crust, of cake, un-glutened, buttered,
Washed down with salty hemlock.

Krishna Scramble

Krishna Scramble

Unstable egg, axis-sitter:
Wobbling on the backs of turtles for
Tomorrow’s sake—rice wine—for
Redemptive platitudes, empty
And hollowed out.

Empty egg, yolkless:
Scrambled loose inside, soulless for
Eternal infertility—priapic—for
Greyed and unfeathered,
Viscous glaire.

Shattered egg, Humptied:
All the King’s men dispatched, for
Dancers’ moves—reflected—for
Ballerinas’ stretching poles, (toes and)
Tutus, barren.

Balanced egg, solsticed:
Sunny sides up and lunar too, for
Myth of parity—equinox—for
Empty nests and starry-
Eyed tortoises.