BOMBlog’s Word Choice features original works of poetry, fiction, and art. This edition of Word Choice, selected by Peter Moysaenko, features poetry by Austin LaGrone and art by Jeanne Cassanova.
Roaming down-and-out environs of human striving and error, LaGrone’s verse summons, as if by sheer instinct or grace, a gleaming force through which even the vicious life grows handsome and the potential for rapture will not fail.
It’s another 5th Ave umbrella man
asleep in my car this time, another
shabby raincoat or shipwreck bluing
in the cold-twinkly morning stars.
Some folks enjoy living alone.
Others simply whistle the brisk
carnival through first light or birds.
With me, it’s simple as a toy revolver
trimly gambled or the better cake
of a small jade Buddha. With me,
it’s simple as laughing with the orange-
suited clean-up crews who piss against
the one-way glass. Anyone can scream
a fat train of rubies or shout like the man
selling vegetables. I’m inclined to
cock-a-doodle-do in these situations.
We all sober-up in the lighthouse where
bric-a-brac gathers in the elephant clouds.