Art and poetry on page and stage



Ben Mazer


Now drink no elder champing at the lace
of chipped angelic snipings at the face
of kept appointments in a winter wind
establishing a motive without trace.

Embellish mornings, tied in porter case
of visitors, and travel to the bank,
restless and insincere, break for no sake
to mention evening, one principle rescind.

Never for lack of elders evening sank
or wine of woodland berries gave to take
some curtained blouse of silk, all shelled and pinned
for other purpose, never to have sinned.

Stop up the public, rolling out one coin
to bevel sunlight, integral and foreign.