Marsh Hawk Review is an online poetry journal sponsored by the Marsh Hawk Press collective. Marsh Hawk Review will appear twice a year, under the revolving editorship of collective members. Each issue will offer a selection of poems solicited by the editor, in addition to new work posted by poets in the collective.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Jennifer Kwon Dobbs

Jennifer Kwon Dobbs

Punk Rock Despot

for Iro

Sartorial decree requires a punk rock despot to retire
To red rooms bedecked with Turkish lamps and stardust retinue.
His jaunty chin poised Merovingian and taste for velour attire
Dismisses parties in the hills. He asks, "How to make it new?"

To red rooms bedecked with Turkish lamps and stardust retinue.
Draped in satins per their station, they sip and sparkle
Dismissing parties in the hills. He sighs, "How to make it new?"
When no one writes an honest review. Candor, that's a debacle,

A drapery of satins airing on a public station to sip and sparkle
With talk of who knows whom. He wants to be a maker of rules
That one must write an honest review. Candor, no longer a debacle,
Could reinvent a love song, save FM radio from industry fools

Talking about who knows them. He wants to rescind their rule.
His jaunty chin poised Merovingian and taste for velour attire
Could reinvent a love song, save FM radio from industry tools
Like sartorial decrees requiring a punk rock despot to retire.

*****

Cote d’├ézur

(Postcard: 2 January 1915)

We stand on the pier watching the sea’s threats
Shatter like chandeliers against the shore.
Indifferent to love’s stratagems, it stores
All the gifts of glass and shell endearments
In a drawer of dunes to forget June fetes
Of parasols, rusted crab pails and more
Coral hauled up from the sea’s showroom floor.
The sea vows pearls if the shore will relent.

Ann, tides are rushing to take us again
Into the flux on which the ships depend
To carry their cargo of hope and grief.
At the water’s edge, we’re not new to gain
Or time’s ledger of loss. We can’t pretend
Anymore. I ship out tonight. Kiss me.

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