Museum, male bust & Lunatics
by Nathan Hamilton
[ poetry - october 06 ]
Museum, male bust
He's drunk and loud:
'And you could be anyone,
Anonymous stone;
They should flesh you out with paints,
Were you blonde or brown?'
Laughs. They blunder on for Rome.
Your head, weightier than mine,
Stares, unmoved in shifts of air.
Around you: silence
Like a falling vase.
Lunatics
'Just look at this,'
You insist - we're both up now
To witness the bathtub
Catch luminous, pale blue.
The window is closed
To less than half a moon;
We are surprised
At how much light gets through.
