Hive Ave Fall2024 - Flipbook - Page 32
Poetry
Hive Avenue Literary Journal
Crippled Monday
Liza Libes
Charcuterie and scattered grapes
Like eighth notes on an old Beethoven orchestration
Violins that mingle in a perilous duet
And Grecian urns that overshadow psychedelic 昀氀owers—
I’ve gotten into quite a headache
Since I sprayed on too much fragrance just for you
In light of your Parnassian smile
Over a sunset
Lost in draughts of purple wine
And sunshine incantations
I have summoned only half-baked fantasy
Eroding bastions of monogamy and words
That muddle up society
I played you a fantasia
Written in the vein of 昀氀ower petals
Melting underneath the eulogy of summer
Spells that mesmerize the rickety gazebo
At the outskirts of our garden
Overrun with frost
Since the raindrops waltzed with whi昀昀s of old Turkish perfumes
I cannot forget what it was like by you
Over a glass of chartreuse wishes
And a serving of ceviche
Picking at our empanadas
Reproducing friendly conversation
You didn’t have to make me comfortable
I’m reaching for the whiskey in your new apartment
Carefully avoidant of the yellow settee
Hovering above a wooden table
Lea昀椀ng through your old copy of Dune
My shoes are littered in the hallway
And I would have lingered through the night
If I knew you’d call me back again
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