Matthea Harvey - Two Poems

YOU'RE MISS READING

Engine: 


All bright thought lay in future thought.
The coin was in the puddin hid.

Cod from the machine will not do,
said the dramaturg-turned-nutritionist.

Only the upper echelons could afford to be
nonchalant about it. They were, as in, oh.

It was the first time a lost Jocelyn
& a found Jocelyn had turned out

to be not one & the same.
The trial continued.

You're Miss Reading, aren't you?
                                                    Yes.
& you still refuse to name
the cake in question?

                                                  Earlier in the hearing, I considered
                                                  relenting, but now that you put it
                                                  that way--yes.

 

POEM INCLUDING THE SEVEN WONDERS OF THE WORLD

The hologram hostas swung softly
in their macrame swing. If only

Alice would stop hitting her head
on the ceiling, but a body

Will Up. It was like croquet, really,
the way some ideas went through:

love triangle instead of lust-
isoceles, Mama flashing a mirror

so we'd find our way home.
Another shift of the kaleidscope

& a little girl is hunting
marbles beneath the trees &

Chairman Mao, so lean and mistrustful
is studying the plans for his heli-car.

The thing is, of course, where to land.


[from La Petite Zine]