Eastern horizon, the stuck
Antithesis of all lovers
By sitting with Emily Dickinson
Against the tradition in LA,
Where by law the ugliest boys
Are supposed to weep
And walk on the beach in one wave,
Sinking under the crests
Of dancers they completely memorized,
Failed start-up muses
Who come off wayward buses
Like snakes of wooden moonrise
And tendril rust,
Only to flee back to the front yards
Of Brooklyn to join girlfriends
For second chances
And marriages with good luck.
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Ben Nardolilli currently lives in Arlington, Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, THEMA, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He has a chapbook, Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, from Folded Word Press. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is looking to publish his first novel.
Bay Laurel / Volume 2, Issue 1 / Winter 2013