Academic journal article Chicago Review

Poems for Salome

Academic journal article Chicago Review

Poems for Salome

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What does a black cat see when it closes its eyes It sees the langours of its hashish childhood Where the gate is closed And a ring is sinking slowly into a pillow Where the winestains prepare themselves for the journey Into the lighthouse of salt


The secret police dressed in red lace Come to the matchstick jail The prisoner confesses that he is the handkerchief That smothers the Cardinal's dream The old guard's cock stands up Like a little pig-tailed girl on the first day of school In two hours the bullets Will be rubbing sleep from their eyes And coughing into the steam of their morning coffee


On the far shore of the cell Where the stars have only a single bed to themselves There's a nightstand where the hashish letter Is folding itself The color white moves through the palace Past the silent gates And shuts itself into the tower with a key of water There's only an eyelid between me And the smoke of Salome

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