The Glass InstrumentA Poem by JanusHung lopsided, hangs undecided. Bloated and benevolent, the snow reflects it up
and throws it down.
Winter reigns when birds gulp rain and glut on pumpkin seeds.
I heard that a killer fish greyed and pale and stinking lies beneath this grass to satisfy hungry tongues.
But you, fair skinned and strong boned, to whom auroras of pink and hummingbird green become the hiss-fuzz of television screens
before the gaping mouths of a billion onlookers.
You, with the baroque indulgence of your mouth and holes in your English, become a riddle.
And I, alone, cold and hungry stand beneath a hip-bone moon.
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Added on August 25, 2014 Last Updated on August 25, 2014 Author |