This poem was originally published in Zarf Poetry Issue 9 in Autumn 2017

 

Résumé

after John Ashbery

 

Statistics show that all good things
must come to a palimpsest, after a while.
Whether this “new phenomenon”
turns out to be the best thing that ever
came out of the Hague is yet to be proven
and a matter of opinion, not, contrary to popular
belief, the matter of a schmaltzy fire drill.
Changing the landslide somewhat, the child
was overly affectionate, to a certain degree,
but then life can be like that when it’s not busy
being more like something that has washed up
onshore faded to a distinct ochre yellow.
These hostile references are quite beyond me.
On Tuesday we must get together, while we still can.
There was never any mention of a ransom note.