Eli Goldblatt

In the poem-life

in the poem-life, a ringtailed zoo captive
urges action, merger but remains behind
bars after years of traveling a bee-line
thru weedy flowers & nerve gas.

Why write menace down, leaving consolation
unspoken in my head? An apprentice schleps
buckets up stairs, grout for a bathroom floor,
while the tile artisan inlays green diamonds
among white hexagons. I dreamed double

doors upside down in a college dorm
hallway tho those who lived there
could simply ignore the illusion.

 

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