| Two
Poems
by
Elizabeth Hildreth
At
Once From Etherlogic
I. The
Mary Story
the
pill is a blue and a scary Mary
with a snout that rubs like a roustabout
like the finest kafka waiting on rock
for the dinette train to pull in its mouth
at once
from etherlogic
((yes,
choice—
the drug
of the blucks—
sucks))
no sickrags
for the pooter until tomorrow
and may tomorrow be stupid and
the toys be wilder and the biggest B
on her baldass knees sing baby
II.
The Joseph Story
the
pill is a blue and a snappy Joseph
with horns that blow like an electric ram
and pray for the brothers to sell the pharm
where the asses bray to be fixed in the light
((no,
there is no discipline
where there is hair, just a curvy
o.k. riding the back of prophecy))
the
asses are not right they are ready
for god not ready for this of-the-body
embellishment with its clamps and its eggs
and its bullshit ridiculous
A Necklace Can't Make It Pretty
Vile never goes quietly.
It leaves the body longways like a wife.
A necklace can’t make it pretty.
Even stranger, when a doctor sees
you coming, 100 starlit lives plugged
in your mouth like golden apples
the light is slanted and hot
against his head, scratch.
How much pity lets a pig live?
How many scripts make a secret bed?
Elizabeth Hildreth lives in Chicago. She is currently
working on a collection of formal poetry that responds to figurative
paintings by Chicago artists David Abed and Chuck Walker. |
