are we simply flesh and blood?
Epithelium, fascia, muscle? A meshwork
of road maps and railway stations
for discoid corpuscles?

but to what import is probably not
a matter of importance.

outside, the cat purrs
her preference for milk-fish a far-fetched
notion amidst recession.

fire ants contrive with termites
of what better way to soften the foundation.

amidst uncertain darkness
we are still worth dying for
and the yellow lady sleeps
for yellow ribbons to live on

at the approach of dawn
A cauldron lid falls,
the agitated cymbals of a call
for whoever it tolls.

irene chicqui
6:27am aug032009

Coffee Table Poetry's GUEST BOOK is a division of Coffee Table Poetry for Tea Drinkers, and is updated often. The easiest way to enjoy the selections from talented fellow poets is to select E-mail or RSS Reader. Also, come follow us on Twitter. We look forward to sharing your own beautiful poetry with the world.
Bookmark and Share
0 Responses