Leftover Poems — 2

We have previously published some Leftover poems that were not considered worth putting into a book by IG Agent 18 — here

These are more in a similar vein —

Visions II — Vision in Pale

Her sequin lace like strands of cream

In clotted strings of milk

Or water strung on wire screen

Thru ties of surface tension

O grind me down fine grains of sugar

Frosted by Vanilla tips

Wrapt in sheets of pale organza

Bowed with pink chiffon of Vampire lips

Or search me now a speck of salt

Lost in Vales of Crinoline

Where organdy snows still drift

To frill cleavage of silk-twill gowns

Ode to a poor dealer in Poetry

Sit

In the Café all day

Arranging for, agreeing to, or distributing

Poetry in the 2nd degree

Contributing everything to nothing

Between fierce chugs of Café Au Lait

& the street kids arguing

About who slept where with whom

& who first broke down to the weeping sound

Of acoustic guitars in what lightless room

Which is another thing you will never do

But only pretend to

These poems were written by IG Agent 18 who is currently working on his second collection of Poems — working title Mercuric Distillations.

The Ode to a Poor Dealer in Poetry is very close to fitting in with a particular sequence of poems in Mercuric Distillations and may be added in on publication.

His previous book of poems, The Mixtape of Taliesin can be found on Amazon: