Poem of the Day
hand-to-hand pass
By Simone White
while the palms touch and digits suggestively link
so movement of the hands of each
does occur
while the palms touch and digits suggestively link
so movement of the hands of each
does occur
Darkness washes over you . . .
Only the sofas are safe under the lamps’ umbrellas . . .
I feel the earth so fully, beaten beneath the floor, the asphalt,
Yellow apple
star inside the apple
seed star quiet
A Coney Island of Las Vegas styles,
Caleta lies all Danae to the sun;
Naked as greed, careless of voyeur smiles...
On the yellow walls of my patio
Five lizards lurk like sin, waiting for flies—
Women want love. In gay Acapulco
All this rain in the place where it rarely rains.
Eyes trained on the sky as if for smoke,
as if for news of the next doddering pope.
No wonder the Antwerp teashops
refuse him—except with a heel of bread
through the back door. Held out
When I am nine, the British quit
India. Headmaster says, "The Great
Mutiny started it." We repeat.
sal salt-torn and and split salzgeriss rissen
the limbmap of me li lifted
ju juniper bud risen salthead
he unsung me from sound scattered bright my red eye eyes unhooked now from the circle of cedar pine cedar silver the beetles went went silent then stonebite one bite burst the rhythm of the sky of a field of of air electric
if ever again
with the waves
the dog’s way east