Thursday, November 09, 2006

from the Series of UNcollected Poems

The Peat Moss Wrapped and Eye-hooked the Root

A barnacle stole the shape of a petal
and shook the lens free
(a weave of hanger-ons.)

The spigot and snag of the thing
was that a doorknob nicked the wall,
pirouetted into the putty, knocking
the window shade out of its groove
a coil bounced off the sash
and I forgot to oil the balustrade.

The iron and its switch don’t get along.
The radium laminate doesn’t help,
it forms tinfoil jewels,
and crystal hinges
with thumbtack crescents
leaving us: glass & glass.

I will wipe the beads from your forehead.

(for Rebecca xo)


Radish King said...

goddamned this is beautiful music, and the underlying darkness gave me shivers. The title, Eye-hooked, really amazing. Spigot and snag, doorknob nicked, knocking, and I forgot to oil the balustrade which feels like a deadly mistake. Please leave this up for a while, I want to read it more. And more. And thank you. I've missed your poems.

Anonymous said...

Wonderful poem Suzanne. The second stanza is amazing.

Anne Haines said...

I love this poem, Suzanne. I want to read it a bunch more times.

Suzanne said...


Thank you!

Anonymous said...

Very nice sounds.

Valerie Loveland said...

I agree, especially about the poem having great sounds.

Suzanne said...

Thank you!