Today's poem is by Partridge Boswell
Never the Twain
Perfect pearl suspended
in the crosshairs of my apotheosis
bright enough to read byto do all the things
you dreamed in daylight
of doing but didn't darenot with the sun there
glaring you have to be-
have under wingedsurveillance unless yours is
one badassed archangel
in wayfarers pomadedMemphis rebel you can't quite put
your finger on something irresistible
& not to be trusted in his johnnyroyelvisjerrylee swagger & Lansky's
shirt gut-sure he'd sell you like
Sam Phillips down the muddyriver for vinyl immortality &
a stick of Beamans whereas mine
all corporate merger mumblesinto his lapel perched like secret
service on the U-haul building
across the street talonspoised to pry me from the wreckage
of another bombed out workday
we soar between supermarket& supper wired to children's
babelsong our safe house
roof now googlable from spaceremember that place? frozen
sparks & shadowmime juxta-
posed deep as artesian dreamsimpervious to discovery
or possession & therefore ruin
in an hour maybe twoYou'll return from your
separate well-lit country
after you've cleared their tablescollected tips I'll find wadded on
the bathroom counter come morning
the scent of last night's specialinfused in your hair
you won't mind if I don't wait up
to watch this fallenfunambulist arc across
summer's final panel
the only clue to loss hersilent progress above the trees
subtle bling of constellations
dissolved in her domineering sheena gaudy surrogate backlighting
a recurring dream in which
we're both in the same placeat the same time
wedded to a dark uncertain thrill
before it dawned & became our life.
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Copyright © 2013 Partridge Boswell All rights reserved
from Some far Country
Grolier Poetry Press
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