SCOTT METZ MASKS No. ONE
November 6, 2013 § Leave a comment
A SACRIFICE MADE FOR THE SHADOWS
BIRD CAGE to GOETHE
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A Famous Love Letter
War the Queen of Violets
one day she finally
spoke up waking
perhaps brighter days
my friend
King of the Sharks
the church bells sound
most blissful moment
like jellyfish
I would refuse them
but they disappeared
the Queen of Violets
flowed at this parting
part of a question about
as I interrupted the cloud
irrational lines
and my beautiful dreams
the distant far-extended night
in a redwood forest
in the tone of your voice
the Shark King
taking lifetimes
to be with me
wherever I go
my happiness is my home
B.
the Queen of Violets
her hallucinations
in triplicate
Letter to a New Acquaintance
Dear Shark King
I the taste of
being a scarecrow
a fatal weakness for the coast
for the Queen of Violets
left us to ourselves
the fog is so shy
since the keyhole
three phone calls
you wouldn’t understand
I suppose
the Shark King
in a big city all your life
the memory of creating an ocean
if you dropped it tomorrow
with an ocean all over again
under clouds
what do you do for
the Queen of Violets?
you expect another holiday?
the Queen of Violets
part of the bargain
buried her teeth
cordially
after the storm
Vivian
the Shark King
inside the moss
Letter to a Jealous Sweetheart
My Darling
why do you insist on hurting
the Queen of Violets?
our neighbors
to the next life she takes
a fear of snakes
you?
you can’t penalize me for
the Shark King
this argument so often burns
you’re only too ready to believe
the coral’s dream
certainly married to the hands
by all rights he ought to hate me
a steel worker
that’s beyond my control you see
the Queen of Violets
yesterday mother received
the Shark King
a sacrifice made
you read this line
no strings attached for the shadows
I swear
the Queen of Violets
as you once did by writing
she once took a step
outside the city
self again
Lydia
Letter Accompanying a Gift
the Shark King
his memory of stars
Dear Revised
the first frost caught me
dilly-dallying with a sweater
the Queen of Violets
winter without it
a hole cut in one night
I could protect you
against the north wind
love has tamed me
it has kept me with a bomb
chained to my chair
the Shark King has fallen
in love
the result, mother
you may even put in
an order for a muffler
your own
the Queen of Violets
what was her last memory
of me
a bottle of water
awaits
the King of Sharks
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Autumn 2009 / Spring 2012
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