The Six of Coins and Judgment, Two excelent Tarot Poems Written by Joseph Mailander
The Six of Coins
I think of Popeye, battered, blown down,
a mistress of distress, it’s all comic, as pain
is the basis of humor; laughter, a glass of water
in a paper cup; and balance, that elusive
nonentity of wisdom, in which you and I reside
and nobody else; your laughs, my screams,
your insides, I may aspire to jejeune
ambitions, like reading a magazine.
Having and want, to have and have not,
a sexual history of everything, the currency
stitched in our leotards, our beggars bramble, our symbolist
poets, our laughing right out loud.
It takes so much strength to be Popeye, floored by brutes.
I ridiculed Lola. She was walking over the coals
and didn’t even know it. I took another bath
and wanted no part of this, this Judgement, where kings
could kill me in a minute, I’ve never known Judgement
was a video game, but
to come out baptized by living water
and fire channels, fire in the hole,
a fire of hell and humans, fire
made me what I am: faithless
in the eyes of the Judge, fatherless
in the eyes of the Mother, and forgiving
anyone who drops dead before me. You are
gone, there is nothing behind your eyelids,
your teeth are like pebbles, and your scheme
has left the building: this is Judgement, rejoice.