Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Another poem from the bunker, a.k.a. some of the old files I have been backing up.

Queen of Squares

The coffee cup that is not sitting on the placemat
does not know that
it is not sitting on the placemat.
(Although the varnish does).

The chess set, back lit by the television
is a kingdom of shadows.
(There is nothing wrong with my life
but that my life feels wrong.)
A fingerprint one one side of my head
a thumbprint on the other

I am the Queen of squares.

1 comment:

Page Smith said...

Beautiful. Both the poem and the image.