November Poet of the Month: Zeke Greenwald
As a poet, Zeke Greenwald has been featured online at Catch and Release by the Columbia Journal. In print in the Opiate. He lives in New York.
“To C––– the Classical Greek Ph.D”
tesselate a tan.
And next to spots tawny sports accrued,
sallow volumes in spots bookish wan
show all the libraries your peruse,
each day you win your doctorate.
Or do they evince your summer tour
where classic language is now ignored;
where in antique sites pigment instates,
except in the contrasted place
where wisdom paley tessellates?
“To C–––, but never delivered”
Perhaps, like the
bottom of a pool,
your limpid instep, (see through, rather,)
has veins just like how light construes
garlands from stripes of rippled water.
Or perhaps, like a
your shin is twin and slender ballast,
wearing out its shave, yet frictionless,
fording your skirt with prickling prowess.
Perhaps, the hang of
your cavern skirt
billows like the ocean over the earth.