Blind Willie Johnson could coax
music from a single string. God plucked a rib
and found a woman. Concert aria
in the gypsy song, long groan
of orgasm in the first kiss, plastic bag
of heroin ripening in the poppy fields.
Right now, in a deep pocket of a politician’s brain,
a bad idea is traveling along an axon
to make sure the future resembles a cobra
rather than an ocarina.
Still there’s hope in every cartoon bib
above which a tiny unfinished skull in
its beneficence dispenses a drooling grin.
The heart may be a trashy organ,
but when it plucks its shiny banjo
I see blue wings in the rain.
Kim Addonizio’s collection of stories, The Palace of Illusions, is due from Counterpoint/Soft Skull in September 2014.most recent books of poetry are Lucifer at the Starlite (W. W. Norton, 2009) and the just-reissued Jimmy & Rita (Stephen F. Austin State University Press, 2012). Among her awards and honors are fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Guggenheim Foundation, two Pushcart Prizes, and a Commonwealth Club Poetry Medal.