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Poem Details
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| Title: | Oyster Shells |
| Author: | Anonymous |
| Date Submitted: | 2/12/2005 |
| Poem: |
Oyster shells My acupuncturist said Are good for mania The Chinese believe that they Can regulate the mood Because they introduce A foreign toxin into The bloodstream. Crushed and eaten As a paste Is this prescription Far different? We sit in front of you Unselved. And you ask “What is he looking at?” “The rug.” I reply. Looking at it for the first time myself. It is a red kelim so strong in its construction That I couldn’t fall upon it. I haven’t loved this house, it’s true. My home chosen by an ex-wife. What could I do but populate it. A muse once loved for nothing Other than my presence Required on the odd occasion To exacerbate the mood. Fair and unloving I ended it. I declined History''s part.... |