Vase Poppies
Lavenderish dusk
strapped for stays,
pomegranates under the rubberband
chucked for a glass Oz,
letdown
splayed by the pillar-shelves
to page upon the Ottoman:
his talk has wrought suit
amid citrus gapes
and pall dunked in the bowl
and grated sage
or cleaved clear paleo-pines.
Postgeist, upcast
California upon weed,
what banker yields
so fragrant a cant
as this vagrant cant?
Jennifer Scappettone, “Vase Poppies” from an unpublished manuscript. Copyright © 2010 by Jennifer Scappettone. Reprinted by permission of Jennifer Scappettone.
Source:
Unpublished
(2010)
