Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Eileen Tabios
ertabios@aol.com



CODA FROM THE HEDGE FUND


That taste of iron
under your tongue
became familiar to me


*

The mirror never reflects
poison
only its corrosive expansion


*

Hearing is visually stimulated
(according to neuroscientists)—

a plummeting line
slashing across the computer screen

equals the sound of beaten metal
being beaten, beaten, beaten …


*

I had sang to you
with zero sincerity


*

I plucked words
from your language
only to denote meals
destined for my mouth
indifferent
even as it chewed
and chewed and chewed


*

I courted humans whose
Height
Cheekbones
Waists
Thighs
Ankles
befitted the contents of my wardrobe
curated by Uncle’s British butler

Must writing a Poem
be so painful?


*

Story of my inherited life:
zero climax…


*

Anguish
provides its own momentum


*

A wealthy father
can exist
A wealthy uncle? Never

The wealthy never
underestimate
lineage


*

Caged animals—
Daniel Quinn rightly observes
in his novel Ishmael
are more thoughtful
than animals in the wild

The tiger pacing
wildly within a cage
understands its life
-style is wrong

Pacing, the tiger asks pleads
Why, Why, Why…?
until felled by a “final lethargy”
zookeepers recognize as

a rejection of life




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