The Ineffable, Thom Ward

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The Ineffable
Thom Ward

Of course it’s the moment
all lovers hope to reach
between cigarettes and the work
of each other’s buttons.

In nursery school
you hung out with its pals
enchantment and wonder,
stacked blocks, spread paint.

After the explosion, the sweep
of bullets through the market,
it takes up shop in your throat.
Looks like you were lucky

enough to survive the errant
missile. Grab a chair, my friend,
the one covered with dust,
and it will buy you a drink.

Oh, yes, did I mention? —
the hole in the rope
from which the body dangles,
the gaze of an ape.


More poems by Thom Ward.

Comments

[evilstorm.livejournal.com]

This would've been awesome except that I have no idea where the last stanza came from, but that's just prolly me being ignorant.

[moireach.livejournal.com]

I think it's supposed to be two more examples of things which are ineffable. I don't know, does that follow?

[evilstorm.livejournal.com]

I...frankly have no idea. You may be right, but it doesn't feel like it carries on properly to me.

[sina-says.livejournal.com]

great.