Monday, 01 June 2009 00:00
by Joseph Mailander
The Hanged Man
Searched and seized, The Hanged Man hums,
first made mad by the whole wide world.
His Tau a good bar for a traitor—
—The Hanged Man, dangling upside down
sees birds on nearby telephone wires
as whole notes on a treble staff; he notes
melodic birds prefer mad perches,
underpasses, wires to trees.
His coins drop to the ground. He hums
the melodies birds perch and chirp
on buzzing wires, then falls to earth
by gravity’s fiat, free and redeemed.
So do hang on, remember, love: Upside down
you too are redeemed; your torture
the world you knew before your hanging.
The Knight of Swords
I want to know. I will
Rock the planet. I will
Prove my love. I will
Get the girl in the end.
Because I don’t know.
I don’t rock.
I can’t prove a thing.
The girl won’t talk to me.
I have a sword
And one at home.
I am always with my
Love, she is always with me.
I’ve never stabbed a soul.
I barely have a home.
I don’t know who my love is,
I don’t know where I am.
I fought for peace.
I built the castle.
I read the sacred words.
I stopped to smell the roses.
I was petty.
I lost the key.
I ignored the sign.
I cried to know myself.
A Los Angeles native and lifelong resident, Joseph Mailander writes op-eds, cultural criticism, fiction, and poetry. He attended Columbia and UCLA, studying Art History, English, and American History. He contributes to many electronic and print media publications, and also has edited several blogs, including mainbrace, street-hassle, and LA Opus.
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