Flying and You Know He’s Not Coming Down

By PETER JAY SHIPPY

 

How can the one-man band disband?
They say scads of folks cried at his

Scattering. Rosa, his wife applied
The first kindle to the tinder, but

A nervous firefighter intervened
And doused his ashes-to-ashes machine

With seltzer, unsealing his fate.
Now, he slides across their ceiling like

A glum child tiptoeing a frozen lake,
Wondering what he might be to fall

Through the ether empty as a note.
They say he’s an aureate bode. Now,

She tends to her beefsteaks by moonlight,
Hoping to avoid his lowing cloud.

They say her vines sway like cobras, charmed
By her hips, that samba; her bare toes

Tune the dirt. At dusk, Rosa calls it
A night and walks inside and buries

A radio under her pillow
To catch the late scores from the coast.

 

 

Peter Jay Shippy is the author of Thieves’ Latin, Alphaville, and How to Build the Ghost in Your Attic.

Click here to purchase Issue 03

Flying and You Know He’s Not Coming Down

Related Posts

Messy desk in an office

May 2024 Poetry Feature: Pissed-Off Ars Poetica Sonnet Crown

REBECCA FOUST
Fuck you, if I want to put a bomb in my poem / I’ll put a bomb there, & in the first line. / Granted, I might want a nice reverse neutron bomb / that kills only buildings while sparing our genome / but—unglue the whole status-quo thing, / the canon can-or-can’t do? 

Leila Chatti

My Sentimental Afternoon

LEILA CHATTI
Around me, the stubborn trees. Here / I was sad and not sad, I looked up / at a caravan of clouds. Will you ever / speak to me again, beyond / my nightly resurrections? My desire / displaces, is displaced. / The sun unrolls black shadows / which halve me. I stand.

picture of dog laying on the ground, taken by bfishadow in flickr

Call and Response

TREY MOODY
My grandmother likes to tell me dogs / understand everything you say, they just can’t / say anything back. We’re eating spaghetti / while I visit from far away. My grandmother / just turned ninety-four and tells me dogs / understand everything you say. / They just can’t say anything back.