ABOUT

CONTENTS

EDITORIAL

ARCHIVE

LAGNIAPPE

MAST

SUBMISSIONS

 
THREE POEMS
by Kathryn Rantala


Confounding Factors

There are more feet in the world than eyes. They are collected at night
by bats and walked in.

Boletus is not a long, heavy, single-edged knife of Philippine origin,
nor the apparel at your neck or the canary either, singing itself in a
dark place.

A moment of lingonberry and the Calcutta underground.

A boy was adept at nothing. He did it quickly. Occasionally he did it
twice. When he was doing it last, his mother said, what in the hell are
you doing? He flushed the color of Flemish tapestries, riddling himself
with oranges and milk balls.

The Edsel, the Russian peculiarity, and the love of mechanical horses.

Grenadine.

A temporary employee is limited to 1050 hours and then he becomes a
tree. Housing for squirrels is subsidized and we are pleased you can
attend. Recounting a lice infestation is not required, but the man in
your attaché needs more air.

Piano fingering for left hand with olive.

A summary execution is more comprehensive than it sounds. It is also
not the rewards of spring or a compendium of preceding discourse. It
has, however, delicate little hands, and for that should be admired at
dessert.

Celluloid is not of itself a cell but a conspiracy of dialog; played
backward, a recording of Giacometti erasing his sides with chalk.

Veronica.

Left

Also,
I am thinking about
a postmo
dern poem about egg
plants. There is one
day left in
the week.

Tell me that you love me, Aubergine.


Oh and when a hat is on a tree

A little blue and in an under sound a wave of finger music salad, then a
littling and a lesser green and not the warm before a fender or an
arrowed rise. A white and blue can end in startle of a row within a
post. A car awakens on the hedge. A side away is not a safe nor in the
tiny sea anemones. A wilt of evening glove behind the pictures to a
wall, and in a pantry breathes the tightening of grapes.

A door is always never faulted to the stair but in the absence of a
right or left or right the quiet dogs will nip outside a leash and
salted candy paint. And over cats a bump.

Oh and when a hat is on a tree before a gone a garden is.