Epode#9 Poem by robert dickerson

Sweetbreads sputtering in champagne
tongues of

quick, blue flame
ice-clad broccoli snapped

from the winter garden. Black
eyed peas and eels

cooked into love-knots:
a liverish fare-

crystalware
somersaulting rainbows on the floor,

hock ch-chilled in snow
much too much roe

darkness, candleglimmer
firesplatter-so

you
and the New Year

agree with one another?
Why not that?

One ought to have choices
One ought to have voices

My dear, we
are we are

a planet
captured by a star

I
salute your varied faces.