Poem of the Day
1981
By Asiya Wadud
in a world the orange sun resets
in a world the orange sun resets
He begins to notice how all his single friends have dogs
And,wear expensive running shoes, how their
conversations run
I woke up remembered “It is a day”
& went out to make it
be a day
I dreamed of a clipper ship
Gold on blue THE CHASEY ALICE
Until he’d seen which Captain You said
The havoc-caused
soul occurs not
recovers yet the
If the answer were awe, I would be burdened with awe
I needed a long bus ride up-
town like a new hole oh well
I’ve meant to tell you many things about my life,
& every time the moment has conquered me.
We all sensed we were in it, but didn’t know
who would fund this long a study, what the premise
behind it could be.
Here is the world, right beside me,
a little garden with a swing,
some dirt and a red shovel,
after Suetonius
Caligula ordered the night city illuminated.
Every stoop, porch, or balcony was a stage.
He made the senators dress as prostitutes—
tight silk skirts, paste-on eyelashes.
Up to a matron to wriggle into a boy’s shorts.
Marcus Severus, one-armed veteran
of our labyrinthine border wars,
had to hobble into the amphitheater
armed with a plume and attack a lion.
A plume! We were fascinated.
We were all players, who was the audience?