Book Collector
--for L.S.
He
collected books, thousands to be sure
placed
neatly in bookshelves
stacked
on the floor four feet high
even in
the kitchen piled on
tables,
in cabinets, under the counter
books of
all sorts on top of dressers,
bureaus,
the piano and the couch: history,
psychology,
religion, poetry, sports,
astronomy
and more -- more like a bookstore
than
living space yet he read few of them
hoping to
absorb their contents by osmosis,
become
scholarly
Cold As Ice
One look from the deep ocean blue eyes
melts the heart
One touch from the oven hot hand
causes earthquakes on the skin’s fissures
The smile exhales a hot wind
and moisture breaks out on the neck
It’s what being in heat is all about:
ready to go, ready to fall like a dropped
rock
But the heart, the clock of emotion
is frozen, cold as ice, stopped at the half
hour
Destiny Rides
Destiny rides the spotted horse,
the escaped zebra
loons flying overhead
while pigeons, those winged cockroaches
are roosting, plotting new ways to beg
for meals
when the sun rises rats crawl into
their nests
they eat a pigeon if they
can and the saxophone player in
the subway station watches the rats
scrounging the tracks for snacks
Last Leaf
There is always a last leaf on the tree
like the last woman who held on to a
leg as you walked out the door a long
goodbye with tears of a muddy relationship
You have taken what she had to offer
which was never enough even if sincere
just a dog’s bark, a cat’s meow, a horse’s
neigh
you never really heard words or care if you
did
Window candy always melts and if it doesn’t
it hardens to rock and a rolling stone gathers
no love
you can sink with the weight of the stone
in your heart
how you smile depends on the number of
teeth you have
and the woman who held your leg had none
left
Little Old Lady Who Lived In A Shoe
There was
a little old lady who lived
in a shoe
she had
so many children she was angry at her
husband
who had abused her
and did
not believe in birth control
left her
for a younger woman
while
other men no longer wanted
her
because they did not want the
responsibility
of all those children
let alone
having to live in a shoe
Zvi A. Sesling, Brookline, MA Poet Laureate (2017-2020),
has published numerous poems and flash/micro fiction. He edits Muddy River Poetry Review. His work has won international prizes and nominated
for local and national awards. He is a five-time Pushcart Prize nominee.
He has published four volumes of poetry, King of the Jungle, Fire Tongue,
The Lynching of Leo Frank and War Zones and three poetry chapbooks, Simple
Game, Baseball Poems; Love Poems From Hell and Across Stones of
Bad Dreams. His flash fiction book is Secret Behind The Gate. He lives in Brookline,
MA with his wife Susan J. Dechter.
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