In the Ashtray
Vasko Popa
A tiny sun
With yellow tobacco hair
Is burning out in the ashtray
The blood of cheap lipstick suckles
The dead stumps of stubs
Beheaded sticks yearn
For sulphur crowns
Blue roans of ash whinny
Arrested in their prancing
A huge hand
With a burning eye in its palm
Lurks on the horizon
In the Jewelry Box
Casey LaRue
A tiny elephant
With red ruby eyes
Is mud bathing in the jewelry box
The gold of a formal pin stabs
Itself in the back
Empty rings yearn
For fingers to strangle
Clasps cast about in the dark
Looking for a link to complete them
A bare body
With holes and limbs to fill
Lurks beyond the mirror
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