{"product_id":"rave-poems-1975-1998","title":"Rave: Poems, 1975-1998","description":"The Choir\nI walk and I rest while the eyes of my dead\nlook through my own, inaudible\nhosannas greet\nthe panorama charged serene\nand almost ultraviolet with so much witness.\nHoly the sea, the palpitating membrane\ndivided into dazzling fields and whaledark by the sun.\nHoly the dark, pierced by late revelers and dawnbirds,\nthe garbage truck suspended in shy light,\nthe oystershell and crushed clam of the driveway,\nthe dahlia pressed like lotus on its open palm.\nHoly the handmade and created side by side,\nthe sapphire of their marriage,\ngreen flies and shit in condums in the crabshell\nrinsed by the buzzing tide.\nHoly the light--\nthe poison ivy livid in its glare,\nthe gypsy moths festooning the pine barrens,\nthe mating monarch butterflies between the chic boutiques.\nThe mermaids handprint on the artificial reef. Holy the we,\ncast in the mermaid's image, smooth crotch of mystery and scale,\ninscrutable until divulged by god\nand sex into its gender, every touch\na secret intercourse with angels as we walk\nproffered and taken. Their great wings\nbatter the air, our retinas bloom silver spots like beacons.\nBetter than silicone or graphite flesh absorbs\nthe shock of the divine crash-landing.\nI roll my eyes back, skylights brushed by plumage of detail,\nthe unrehearsed and minuscule, the anecdotal midnight\nthemes of the carbon sea where we are joined:\nzinnia, tomato, garlic wreaths\ncrowning the compost heap.\nElegy\nSomebody left the world last night, I felt it\nso, last minute, last half-breath before the storm\nthat hit all night last night drew back. Midmorning\nwindows streaked with mud like sides of ears. How long\nthe journey? Sails, the windowpanes the black\nthick tarp that kept the woodpile. Dry\nSouthern wind, in minutes clothes bone-hard, clamped\nto the line. Clouds heaving in. The sky, the sky, who did arrive\nto kiss the eye behind the windswept sheet? Who was it, solo\nno longer, shy and desirous to be clean? What song\narose, what crust between the lids\nspat and forgot? I woke, my fingers in my eyes\u003cbr\u003eASIN: 1556591268\u003cbr\u003eVSKU: BVV.1556591268.G\u003cbr\u003eCondition: Good\u003cbr\u003eAuthor\/Artist:Broumas, Olga\u003cbr\u003eBinding: Paperback\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eNote:\u003c\/b\u003e Any images shown are stock photographs and product may differ from what is shown.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eCondition Notes\u003c\/b\u003e: The item shows wear from consistent use, but it remains in good condition and works perfectly. All pages and cover are intact  including the dust cover, if applicable . Spine may show signs of wear. Pages may include limited notes and highlighting. May NOT include discs, access code or other supplemental materials.  \u003cbr\u003e","brand":"Blue Vase Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44302136311869,"sku":"BVV.1556591268.G","price":6.77,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0589\/4225\/9261\/files\/1556591268-0.jpg?v=1793741961","url":"https:\/\/www.bluevasebooks.com\/products\/rave-poems-1975-1998","provider":"Blue Vase Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}