3.18.2011

Lanthanum 7.21



21

A hint of iron spring in the backbone, like
that crook in Rififi, holding up the safe.
I am coming like a thief. Enough
will be just enough, murmurs Melchizedek.

Here’s the combo, my sweet pale
omen, my Peg in a square poulet, my
palomino. Tonight’s do or die. Pourquoi?
‒ Sez that beak of a coarse cousin, mal-

adroit (sans cinema) Corsican ‒ be
cuz
. Bees cause your gemstone-blaze
(in the pink), like a happy hearth-maze
(quattro sorelli) horsing a roundelay

under a lampshade (d’accord). You’re
sweet, villain. For now. Comme tu veux.
You’ve got visitors (in the make-up room,
ma chère). So... your trip... les jeux

sont faits. What’s happenin? The key’s
in your hand, mon idiot, mon frère
(Percy?). They looks like brother & ‒
brr! ‒ oak (some hood!). C’est ma jeune fille.

Gotta practice my style o’harmonique, Sal
(this way, spaghetto). Fleurs, masques...
C’est fini. Les jeux... ‒ the ice ‒ fast!
I forgot his number... so revoir, Mel. So

long, the whole rotten bunch of you!
L’Age d’Or’s closed, for now. Here come
that black-eyed Irish clover, strummin’ her
baobab banjo. Let the bad guys go (for now).

3.17.11

4 comments:

Hayden Andrews said...

Wow, I'm not sure where to begin in getting my head around this one! ;) An enjoyable read none-the-less. Thanks,

The Poetry Bin

Henry Gould said...

Thank you, Hayden. Much appreciated. Merci beaucoup!

Think of it as a combination of St. Patrick's Day and an old French movie. I wrote most of it while watching "Rififi". Thee's no escape from the blarney - for now. But the poem is self-correcting. I think. I hope.

RC said...

I really like this,Henry. A little bit of Pound,Berryman and a little bit of Henry Gould.I like the playfulness of it all.

Henry Gould said...

Thanks, Reyes! Glad you enjoyed it. I'll have to write while completely distracted more often!