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POEMS: a selection from Impeccable Regret
by Judith Fitzgerald (1952-2015)
DECEPTIVE CADENCE
To Nicholas and Karl “Rampike” Jirgens
Let’s break out the world’s tiniest violin, play the universe’s saddest song,
and discover what you learned about freedom’s glory. Shake and wake me
from this frozen slumber with technique to burn. Look at you, Fleeting Star.
The world ain’t a ghetto. The Lady’s Burning Man-Issuant name? Sublimity,
after the minim twinim mountain unto the flesh-singed chill of wise-ass byplay,
following catgut ecstasies scorched against her, short-circuited (maybe).
A blazing building, bodies trapped inside. She saw the clean, the sun flashing
open clasps on command for the last revolution, for the final conflagration,
Saint Stone. Hellions toss more fuel on the rock face of it, the rip-chase lit-hit.
“These corpses represent nought but molecular carbon fraught with sparkglint
needles down-dark raining.” You hear those explosions on this darkling night
unvarnished? Then, you must search for orchidectural clarity in the tonehall.
Or find that cottage on the moor, locate those singular melodious spurscores
where they smoulder, slashsigh, earthtrample, breakdamage, or downdapple
abalone string-fingering, wavelength clashing, clear cutting through your head.
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