A Taste
By Morty Schiff
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A Taste - Morty Schiff
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I. Allegro ma non troppo
Conversation
I caught the perfect bubbles that you blew
Between your words against my staring eyes,
And in the burst of dampness came a clue
To deal with leaden grammars in disguise.
Dazzled, I went on to ask the mist
That thickened as the captive bubbles kissed
And died in a wet, funereal swoon
Whether, in such an age as this, the moon
In all its cool, yellow extravagance
Was also catchable like this, like this
A message past the one of synthesis,
Caged in bubbles bursting all by chance.
If It Please, Oblivion (and Other Cartesian Obsessions)
if it please, oblivion
just what was it I was thinking
thinking no longer
the fright stopping everything
the coffin lid tight
cramped arms
pinned sides
what a death that would be—
and then the stupidity of
losing that $800 check
again a jab in the gut
shame here as painful as existential dread
what was it I thought and
wanted not to think about
not to think about
Conversation II
Stationed at the window seat, arms folded,
you gazed into the dusk. Sunday, five o’clock.
Outside, New York was choked with litter.
I leaned my cheek against my hand,
engaged your gaze across the room,
and surrendered by treasonable degrees
to the determination, now that it was autumn,
to reconvene the seminar of love—
anything to perpetuate, after a fashion,
the summer’s tenderness.
—Philosophical regress of a sort
informs the hurdy gurdiest of tunes;
and simple pleas of disengagement,
coolly worded, speckled with references
to the mutual good, arouse. I’m sorry,
what I say now is not meant to arouse.
What I just said was not meant to arouse.
What I had said—Then kindly choose,
you interrupted, your palindromes
with less deliberation . . .
Far better than I you understood
the perils of explication.
You said, Call again when this fever desists.
I wavered. I dangled new conciliatory images
before my inner eye. I would have launched
a gaggle of plumed sounds had you let me.
You favored no such corruption.
You crossed your legs and bit your lip.
I shuddered to think of the crowded intentions
animating the wannest word I lugged
from my lover’s arsenal.
A Taste
A friend, poor girl, herself ravaged,
Whom I mentioned the title
Of the book to, said,
Mainliners, the needle in,
Say when the smack’s good
You can almost taste it . . .
While I had in mind only that
It’s the same word
The same idea in every semantic,
Goût, Geschmack, Gusto,
Standing for, what else,
Taste
In food, clothes, music, pictures, poems,
You like it, swallow!
You don’t, spit it out!
Rhetorically speaking
Where would taste be without
The autonomic reflex of the tongue,
The tongue having spoken?
Love Song
You are joy, first,
to hold, stare at, be with,
then a memory of pain,
shades of an earlier history
imperfectly interred.
I pay for ecstasy with anxiety
as gunshy I lightly tread
in your presence,
avoiding the gestures
it would be doom to repeat.
You are, to look into your eyes,
a mystery
deeper than the night.
I want to solve you
and lay the parts of you out
on each side
of a balanced equation,
I consult my answer book
but you’re not in it.
You’ve invaded my mind
like an army bent on conquest,
driving out the clutter of trivia
that squatted there.
I fix on you
as the center of