Poetry

John has been posting incredible poems this month, in honor of National Poetry Month, I believe. I don’t have the discipline to post or write as much. So, I’m digging this one out of the mothballs.

Of course, you won’t steal it. It’s mine. And, no you can’t reprint it without my explicit written permission.

Sonnets
I must confess, I had expected the clichés of my childhood
and miss them — Kathleen Fraser

1.

This next one, as I had promised
lends intelligibility
like the varied snorts of a boar
in heat
perhaps enjambment
provides an occasion—but
your Jewish nose kept intruding
and I kept making links
nose: shoe: finger:
your promised territory

2.

To write this must
be to write of love,
the pain of loquacious irritants,
or the subtle accents of your alienation

perhaps love being that
most alienating of discourses
like
mismatched shoelaces

3.

(sometimes to be a sponge)

4.

It was an acceptable mythology

– something
like a Billy Holiday remake –
“authentic with scratches”

5.

(a subtle mastering)
(a belief in mimicry)

dotted with so much whiteness

6.

I always hoped, through
those horrible reels, filmed
it seems, in another world,
the innocence of your face
would shine through – but
allegiances are divided,

though black pepper is inherently
pluralistic

7.

Greens, Oranges, Reds

I painstakingly learned
frangipani from hibiscus, jasmine
from morning glory, tuber roses from
avocado

but I still couldn’t see
the link between orchids and
testicles

8.

The word was extension but
standing on tip-toe couldn’t
add height – and hair
inevitably curled down –
and was painful,

a concealed
terror of vaginismus, a
pig rooting in filth

9.

Images were somehow uncertain
and I couldn’t afford small
machines,

10.

sandwiched pleasures, retold between
slots of allotted time,

what
one could generate as story
or truth