Al Fresco Cafe Poems #183

Painting by Karin Kuhlmann


AL FRESCO CAFÉ POEM #183

RENATA POEM: THE BIRTH OF THE AUTHOR #21


Approximate imprecise
Opaque

We agreed to accept
As the clear and distinct

Inexactness
Certified and celebrated as exactness

We wiggle
With our own hooks
Stuck through our tongues
Praise the absent fisherman

Hegemonic
counter hegemonic
Are our joy
Our toys

Once upon a time
After Lent
Or after paying the rent
We
Had a sudden awakening saw
We
Did
Not
Exist

So we spent the rest of our waking lives
Asleep*

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


Duane Locke

Posted over on The Hold