james galvin

 

LITTLE DANTESQUE

 

 

It turns out

The dogs were in control all along.

 

Hard by the hinges of hell—

A faculty party.

 

Everyone drifts

In their disastrous bodies.

 

Sudden furniture,

A hint of eucalyptus.

 

Someone plugs in the flowers.

 

1.

I’ve been a has-been.


Now I’m a was. I was


Promoted.

 

2.

The dogs were in control all along.


They saw everything.

 

3.

I had a happy medium—

Had her reading out of my palm.

The circus folded up and left—

A riot of life forms

And annoying colors whisked

Like bright scarves up a sleeve.

 

4.

The dogs want out.


How like them.