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.