take these feelings and line them up as if soldiers
if you took these feelings and lined them up there would be enough to fill a phalanx or two,
marching with a snap of head past the party chairman. Whole phalanxes of wonder and dread.
marching with a snap of head past the party chairman. Whole phalanxes of wonder and dread.
But who actually plants trees in neat lines as if they were soldiers?
not soldiers!
trees!
not soldiers!
trees!
someone should find these people, take them by the hand, and make them repeat;
not soldiers!
trees!
And all these soldiers, so many of them, manning the whole circus, from roustabout, to ripping
tickets, filling the cheap seats, up on the trapeze, in the bear suit, selling popcorn, running
the show!
tickets, filling the cheap seats, up on the trapeze, in the bear suit, selling popcorn, running
the show!
Do you remember when we went
out for dinner, and quietly in the fancy
restaurant, keeping our voices down,
talked about divorce.
Woke up
inna chicken coop
yawned, stretcht, pult
feathers from behind his ears,
out his hair.
"How in heck
did I get in here." some
strange thoughts for a fox.
in the fancy restaurant that night,
asking himself, her, do I want
to
and how do I get
out
of this relationship restaurant.
Cralan Kelder's recent publications include French Pastry (Coracle 2007) City Boy (Longhouse 2007). More of his poetry may be seen online in Origin magazine, a journal he "highly recommends as a way to spend some time on the internet." He is a resident of Amsterdam.
