In Poetry on November 15, 2011 at 1:52 am

The Marquis Façade
tickles the flood
with his whip
as his eyes lick
iced-oysters at a late night buffet.

He chalks up foundations.
We pour the sand.

His face turns you ugly in the water.
His breath blows you back against
the sandbags.

The pillars of sobriety are soaking
their shafts and playing paradiddles on
the concrete drums.

Thanks be to virtue
schools of mermaids are near.

Frank William Finney was born in Massachusetts.  He now lives in Bangkok and teaches literature at Thammasat University. His poetry has appeared in Danse Macabre, Iodine Poetry Journal, Languageandculture.net , Pulsar Poetry Webzine and Wild Goose Poetry Review.  His collection ‘Songs of Insomnia’ is forthcoming from Suksit Siam.


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