Modern Lovers & Ariel out of synch with the sun
by Rufo Quintavalle
[ poetry - march 07 ]
Modern lovers
They bought themselves a big square bed
And plusieurs pigs to put in it
They rolled some bricks in candy-floss
They talked all night about the pigs
They curdled milk and thought of figs
They talked all night about the pigs
After that they moved with caution
Breaking the skin of riper fruits
He wore a wig that came with the bed
While he held seance with the dead
And she got to thinking of the East
Some kind of action had to be taken
Together they held a famous feast
Starling tongue and pickled whale
Jostled for place with the noodle fruit
The colour of the feast was purple
The room once white had turned to red
Things got crowded in the bed.
Ariel out of synch with the sun
He'd rather he hadn't written his poems:
too many eggs for not enough omelette.
But then who else would have? The sun
has been absent a while now leaving
questions whose answers are themselves
poems, and no vital reason to ask them.
