The Svalina who is not a weight-lifter dropped by today to talk about life, Pink Floyd, mint juleps, and poetry revisions. Below is a cage match between revisions of a poem I posted in draft form t'other day. Do vote. But keep in mind that I have a vampire cat. . .
From the Svalina:
A double-buttoned timepiece,
a stained ivory bishop
reaches the dark slaps of follow.
This is not about.
The woman drops her beer,
into November. Red pump
above a damp walk like a cavity.
Her man returns to tying flies,
with filaments & filaments.
Unmatched pieces game the mate.
Nothing fits the reflection
of the ceiling: plaster painted
gold, burgundy, alabaster.
A robin’s egg.
Her expensive hair.
And now mine:
Too Much Game for Mate
A double-buttoned timepiece,
a stained ivory bishop.
Another dark, another
move. A season about.
A woman drops her beer
into a barracuda November.
Her foot in its rain pump
pebbles above a damp walk.
Her man ties flies,
filament on filament.
Pieces unmatched.
No reflection of the ceiling: plaster
gold, burgundy, alabaster.
A robin’s egg. Expensive hair.
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