New Years
New YearsI thought I had woken.
Small girls fed a bird-headed woman
her supper while shrimp swam
down the adjoining lakes
embroidered on the fronts of their dresses.
There was an endless plate of meat
but I wanted to go inside from the top
like excavating a sunken cruise ship through the smoke stack
when a noise sent tiny monkeys
shivering through the window of shaggy tails
all blue parrot-beaked and whiskered.
Someone burned tires
hanging from a tree by a long proboscis
and the singing became louder.
"Are the house parents intact?"
I asked a mailman inside a picture frame
before I realized that no one was there
and I had been standing
in front of the mirror
brushing my teeth
all that time.
JZRothstein
Poetry by Jeffrey Z Rothstein
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Written on 2015-02-27 at 22:01
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