Sam Silva
For All of Our Soft Drink Nihilisms
It is a negative thing about me
that my bones ache
spiritually
and that like anyone
walking dead
they have in my human memory.
Mahler and his opera lady
give me their sweet atonalities
late at night
on a decent computer
and I continue my mild
paranoias
about Fascism
following a decadent age
...the right wing
with its typical pseudo spiritual nostalgias
from Wagner operas
to winged tailed Fords
and gospel rock
those same little places, crevices, holes,
which I might have fallen into myself
as, say, an English teacher in a small private high school
if the very madness which moves us all
had not simply
made that
impossible.
Sam Silva © 2013
The Virgin Plans Her Abortion
Europe and China
have long been in love
with the dollar economy!
The Mahler piece trips along
its scratchy recording
...the cat shits in his box
and Winter
is sickly cold outside.
The first month
of an ancient year
coming
with its icicle tear.
Sam Silva © 2013
A new collection of Sam Silva’s poems published on The Recusant since its inception
in 2007, Poems from the Recusant - Sam Silva,
is now available to order here.