Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Al Fresco Cafe Poems #182


AL FRESCO CAFÉ POEM #182

RENATA POEM: THE BIRTH OF THE AUTHOR #20

Trap set
To
Break
The voice’s legs

Our minds
Set
The sharp-toothed traps

We agreed
To
Step into the traps
Scatter
Our voice’s blood over

The parlor upholstery
And the affable fables exchanged
In after-dinner conversations,

Spread the blood even on
The plastic bowl of wax apples
On the table
Of simulated wood*

*This is a late poem of Renata’s shoe period


Duane Locke

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