a strange congregation (reformation)October 15, 2009 at 6:52 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 19 Comments
Tags: poetry, writing
Right on time, he says, gently placing his martini on the piano. We were starting to worry about you. Let me have a look.
The pianoplayer is naked, laying face down on the beach. He has a new tattoo that stretches right across his shoulders. It says, “Need and power are in inverse proportion.”
It is low tide and soldier crabs crunch under Mamu’s feet as he approaches. He is smiling.
Excellent, he says, adjusting the brim of his fedora. She will enjoy that one. Drop him in the corner, Mamu, and brush some of that soil from him before she arrives.
right on time gently
placing his martini on the piano.
naked face down seagulled
new tattoo winged
“Need and power
are in inverse proportion”
low tide, soldier crabs crunch
under Mamu’s steps approaching
He is smiling.
Excellent, his crown adjusted.
Drop him in the corner, Mamu,
brush that soil from him