Oxygen and bronze—
A father’s lilac hideout
(Cloud hammer hideaway)
(Spade on the table)
Not far away enough
For oblivion, too close
For obscurity— basement
Full of paper— upstairs
Full of babies— two elemental
Beauties by blood and egress
By cardinal and garden—
Harbored and freed
With the finches
That nibble
Your backyard
Bare.
15 May 2008
GRISAILLE AND SANGUINE
White horses of advertisements, or so—
How quickly our habits pass backward—
A lucky strike, an arrow central
Or a ball spinning proper to the pin—
This paper punches, the black on white
With splash of red for memory—
Every recollection of death
And every contention with the present—
When we’re certain you’re still alive.
.
© Scott Zieher
Scott Zieher
A HISTORY POEM
Inside this? A ballade for the popinjay—
Inside this a ballade of her blue china—
His blue of an enphebe prince-ling, bulls and mountains
And her white of froth and fountains in a park
Where peach blossoms grow
As a bookseller baits his breath for April—
And the princess wouldn’t shed a [...]
