Sunday, February 25, 2018

day FOUR HUNDRED and TWO

unlike the dull promise of a good king


When I knew for sure I wanted to be
Nina Simone’s piano keys and not

the President of these Unaltered States
our troubles redoubled ringing in my ear

better to be a simple
willing tool of
actual genius.

All the nations of Winter went to war
with the nations of the other seasons

based on a platform that
personification of the calendar is

an extension of madness
anyway.

Lighting three cigarettes
for the patriarch’s trinity

Nina pressed out another threnody
on the starlight hidden in my spine.

--Paul Koniecki

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