Today's poem is by Richard Fox
A Tramp Shining (for Jimmy Webb)
What luck applied is not part wise & part jejune?
No one trusts luck like the down & out, under the stress
of living it up in Vegas, blowing into town like a hot-winded simoon
crossing the desert, a divine wind that blows obsess-
ively like this tramp's hot breath on the dice he attempts to roll snake
eyes out of. The table talk goes this way: You're a smoot'
talker, he says, a duffer who plays a bit o' pat-a-cake
with his fists now & then... & ain't that shiner a beaut!
The table is a private barge for someone whose study is garbo-
logy, & there is nothing lovelier than a scow with its display
of seagull satellites. Imagine a single Martian moonHobo
instead of double Deimos & Phobosa tramp shining brighter than day
circling the table & chanting gem gem rhinestone
before letting go the dicethe throw releasing his peculiar cologne.
Copyright © 2006 Richard Fox All rights reserved
from Court Green
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