becopoetry

Poetry Music Thoughts and Reflections

A Cross Tic — March 18, 2019
Nation — September 23, 2016

Nation

the armed guard is dressed

in 19th century floral

pink stilettos peeking in

a shadow of layered petticoat

 

folds separate the women

from the men and the young

paper coiled into tubes

 

a black helmet

upside down nests

a crossed smile

umbered and chained

to feet of an old plastic doll

 

an ivory cat reflecting

on painted boards

sky holes gaping

through serrated mesh

 

the flag wooden is tacked

to the white wall broken

in new foundations

bought tolled and taxed

Museum —

Museum

in four limbs around an oval

man cerated

 

edges framed

and falling to cedar

 

expanding in triangular

their shadows white

 

footprints amidst

a maroon sea

 

the light of ceiling

soaked in a leaking flood

 

arial footed

lines pasted to the floor

 

a small diamond window hidden

in the belly of outside

Yesterday’s Bleach — September 12, 2016

Yesterday’s Bleach

After ‘A Beautiful Young Nymph Going to Bed’ by Jonothon Swift

 

 

Sugar granules sink in foam

on a table where Sappho is

 

stuck between pages

preening Ovid’s Amores.

 

A fall happens,

coffee spills on swift shoes,

 

a copy of ‘Men’s Health’

splays on concrete.

 

Behind him, a little black dress

in a window with accessories,

 

gifts, and a stack of books

titled ‘Freedom’.

 

With translation on his lips,

he mouths something

 

about Gulliver, wiping

liquid from the city street.

 

Saying nothing in return,

Corinna picks up her empty cup,

 

cures her hair with a pin

and eyes the messy magazine.

 

Apostrophe driven on bittersweet,

she turns to the sky,

 

O cloudy context fold in,

this battlefield is yesterday’s bleach.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sleeping — March 15, 2016