From the banks of river Warta

Cheese Moon Fails
2008/05/19

the cheese moon has failed
yet once
again
drowned in the bare
mercury river’s
dip
passing houseboats’
juxtapoints
colonies of river
monks
bearers of truths
always heavy
in the white summer’s
middle
ground
litanies goin’ nowhere
night still young
& over the top
all spectators
barbiturate…
rats leave barge
rusty
heavens
the moon shall feed
curiosity
the dip adds trust
to the monks’
foul taste
cascadin’ down the
pretty
rabies
tails
the cheese moon has failed
yet once
again
& the symptoms
were simply
outrageous

River Actor Beggars
2008/05/21

one chilling noon
the bridge all new & enlightened
as opposed to our
spirit
all in patches & stain
middle of March
the marchy sun marchin’
our women ran away
w/ St.James queers & rag dolls
spiked as usual
wearin’ hundreds of dresses
at once
one giant umbrella
hourglass
hobo
we’ve had raw fish served on
rusty Coke cans
blue weeds to top it
a bit of salt that someone
brought in
some rum
found at the wrecked
fishing boat’s
deckhouse
the river would always feed
her beggars:
all people from her banks
are actors
the lowest deepest
society’s
scum
all people here are
beggars
the stage’s the marchy noon:
oiled
wooden
runaround
get ready for the play, boys
the river-a-callin’
the curtains set apart
impatiently waiting
for a new searing
drama…
the applause’s the always
near
rain
& rooftop carbon
black
chick

Copyright © 2008 by A.J. Kaufmann. All rights reserved.