Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Salem Caprice No. 2

Cafe ambience showcased
artifacts of this petit-b. milieu:

daring angles of fashionable black/white
wall photography for sale,
plush seating by picture windows,
italiano steaming, gallic deference
of attitude poured by tattooed hipster
barristas, accentuated by piercings
of typified placement sheen gauche,
the thin-hipped razor-lipped and yes
diligently boyish hair.

Then the unobtrusive Asian girl-
jet hair brimming
her fingers stirred
the onyx until it poured onto her shoulders
and seethed, steaming with light.

1 comment:

Gregory Bem said...

I dig this. Definitely denser than usual. I'm not sure how I feel about using "hipster" in poetry. It's probably something that has to do with slang not being dominant throughout the poem, but it might go beyond that--I may just hate the word itself, but then again, hipster does connote much, at least for me, so it works in putting up the scene.

The Asian is a strange character. It seems you were going for purely objective writing, but I can't help but think of how poets could string the same characters, each with archetypal properties, through their work along the way. Blake had characters like that. Cormac McCarthy uses certain characters through his fiction. Hemingway. Tom Waits. Lorca. You name it, really. What would an Asian symbolize? What would a hipster?