by Mathew Paust
Before Andromeda can swallow us
by Molloy Foppiano
Before Andromeda can swallow us
expand our stars,
spider-web our intricacies,
contract the void,
suffocate the noise with an unknown silence
Before 115 images of home
that were etched into plates of gold
can be displayed
or
crash and burn
The spitting,
cussing,
drinking,
gingham madonnas
and linen mariners
whose cars fill the expressway
in a snapshot of the year of ‘77
will drive to the ends of the earth
and carve their existence
into the tables
in the bars that swallowed them whole
And the New-Age Poets will follow the curves
and the lines
left by those forgotten Authors
as they enjoy their final meal
before the blackhole consumes
Andromeda.
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Purloined from Beate Sigriddaughter's "Writing in a Woman's Voice."
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Wow!
Way cool purloining!
Beautiful.
Interesting person.
I thought it was a persona poem at first. *
Much to like in Molly's work. A favorite moment:
"gingham madonnas
and linen mariners
whose cars fill the expressway
in a snapshot of the year of ‘77
will drive to the ends of the earth
and carve their existence
into the tables
in the bars that swallowed them whole"
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