Emeniano Somoza

Like a chair waiting

Worst case scenario – sudden like rain

in the afternoon at the park

of bones, stuttering after-thoughts

of gouty winters up spiral staircases

while at foyer counters bouquets of joy

and tapping their heels on parquet floor old dogs

preen coyly to visions, sillage of summer

stopping before mirror panes

then peeping to smile the smile

of new rennaissance coquetry…

Anyhow, in the long tedious mutterings

of all these half-dead dreams

at some point this then tongue of innocence

as riverbed of sweet will just go dry, or split

and this serpent tongue

will be flicking for better

rhetorics, or rhymes

– no more



 

 

Language of sharp objects

Languishing in desuetude 

Scintilla of smooth, or youth, dulling. 

Are you still right-handed? Because I can 

make the onion fall to the right… 

There are shopping carts 

Whisked away in corners 

Among stubborn standees, 

Shelf-talkers. These marketing geniuses 

Tongue-tied, stunned 

By their own expectations