Eileen Tabios
Goya's Yellow
(after Christian Hawkey's "Goya's Grotesquerie")
the bottom of the eye
to explorethe jeweled hood
to removea canopy of ex-blanket:
nightingalethe laughing women
beneath the paintingof a Yellow Rain
Caressing Yellow Cage* * *
My version? Flesh
as canvas. Sunstruck.Flesh as paint.
Eye the sculpted mucusbelying jaundice—
only innocence remains.
Nerves Say
(after Christian Hawkey's "The Nervous Man in a
Four-Dollar Room")
slamming doors
light switch lit
blindfold tossed awayclearing stomach
from embers
slipped through earsthe ear only a hole
for burning stones
tossed by a cruel world
The Eye Lets
(after Christian Hawkey's "I Return to the O's in
Oblivion")
Thought of an apron
(considered "eyelet")—but it was only the moon
again drunk, damp, sodden…wide-eyed despite
blather of melting snowRaise the apron
into a screamthrough whose eyelets
sunshine becomes tolerable—it's a thought anyway
on behalf of those languishingamidst shadows
especially their own