PASTICHE

Vast, indeed,
is the width
of the well.

Wider than the open mouth
of the man on the bridge.

Wider than the distance
between two points,
between off and on
and paper, scissors, rock.

          scissors cuts paper
          rock breaks scissors
          rock becomes sand

Vast, indeed,
is the screaming mouth
of the man on the bridge

between two points,
between two shores

he dare not cross
until the clock strikes one
and down they come,

dragging their tails behind them.

OUT OF THE FOG

Burning burning burning burning. / O lord, thou pluckest me out.”~T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland (Lines 309-310)

The end comes on tiptoe,
on little cat’s feet,

like a fog turning the corner,
stalking a lamppost,
insinuating itself
into the dreams

of feral dogs asleep in boxes.

The end comes on little cat’s feet
pouncing from the fog
around the corner,

and curls itself around such feral dogs
as sleep in cardboard boxes
littering rats’ alley

where the blind men
left these pearls
that were their eyes.

GIRL STANDING ALONE: A FOUND POEM

Many thanks to editor R.L. Black for publishing my found poem, “Girl Standing Alone,” in the latest edition of UNLOST: A JOURNAL OF FOUND POETRY. (Click my name, directly below):

L.G. Corey

 

NURSERY RHYME

      “Good night noises everywhere.” ~Margaret Wise Brown, Goodnight Moon

Bedtime milk and cookies.
Cookies and milk at bedtime.

No more.

Where have the cookies gone?
Where is the milk?

        All gone.

Gone to the Man In the Moon,
in a bed on the moon

(the dark, dark side of the moon)

where the dish and the spoon
are asleep to the music
of the cat and the fiddle
playing, “Hey Diddle Diddle.

Goodnight milk.
Goodnight cookies.
Goodnight dish and spoon.

And goodnight cow
jumping over the moon.

THE CHANGLING’S KIDDUSH

                “Bless you, Lord our God, King of the Universe,
who brings forth grapes from the vine.” ~Jewish Blessing Over Wine

There are children in the leaves,
melons in the dust,
and cicadas swarming
underfoot.

           white letters on black paper

A moving finger writes,
“Go, for the leaves are full of children.”

The leaves are full of children
and cicadas screaming from the ground
like Abel’s blood or Edom’s porridge
spilling on the ground like Abel’s blood
or cicadas dropping from the branches

blessed with grapes from other vines
of other vineyards harvested by locusts
for the Sabbath wine.

amen
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NOTES:

  1. “Kiddush” is the ritual Jewish blessing, in Hebrew, said over wine at the traditional Sabbath table, and all other occasions when wine is drunk.
  2. Dictionary definition of “change·ling:” CHānjliNG/ noun/
    a child believed to have been secretly substituted by fairies for the parents’ real child in infancy.

PILLARS OF SALT

1.
Salt.
Pillar of salt.

Salted meat.

Bloodless,
salted meat.

2.
The salt
has lost its savor
in the cave of crystal

littered with the bones
of Jesus and the Saints
and the skulls of foxes,

preserved in salt

3.
like beetles in amber
littering the floors
of amber caves

where once they crawled
and rolled the sun

across a saltled sky.

HEXAGRAM 65

One hundred tortoise shells,
a bundle of yarrow stalks,
and three coins

dropping from heaven
like a melon
wrapped in leaves.

The little fox
shall cross the ice,
but wet his tail,

says the oracle.

The well shall move,
but not the city,

say the coins.

Fire on the mountain,
fire on the lake,

say the yarrow stalks.

And an old man laughing
from behind a burning bush.

Selah

 

THE WAY OF MATCHA

for Leonard Cohen

the wise man hides a pebble
on the beach

while waiting for his tea
in roshi’s kitchen

where

there are no scrolls,
there are no flowers,

only bare floors
and paper doors

and a white face
floating in the dark,

pouring tea.

~February 2, 2016