Today's poem is by Emily Rosko
[Accoutred as I was plungèd in]
Slippery slope of affects. I wetted
the words, armed to the teeth.
I bled first from the eye, then frommy small heart down. There was a crowd
tapped to nerve, the air fevered, the fitful
clouds turned and turned. A particularfront, a gold-hoard, a going-at-it
with the right dagger. So move to please,
butter their ears, take feeling to fight.That art flocked.
That multitude was plucked.
The occasion showcased the swank,put to a palm-greasing, made it tongue to
tongue to tongue among the rats.
Masstige for all. I broke handto foot, I measured amiss. No place
for song, for any thing noteworthy.
Thus, the action stymied the form:the swoop and curve, the cross
and diagonal. Disarmed by all points.
The cause was the blame.I ran myself through.
Copyright © 2007 Emily Rosko All rights reserved
from The Laurel Review
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