2 Poems by Colin James

THE PARALYTICALLY OBSCURE AS BEAUTY CRESCENDO

A desirable three bedroom house just now listed
on a large plot in southern California.
Formally owned by an employed actor
whose tastes ran to the exotic.
Specifically in the opulent garden
where a rusted brick trail
begins and systematically ends.
The kitchen is newly renovated
complete with large granite island.
The house has three full bathrooms,
and the master bedroom is very spacious
with balcony and a lovely garden view.
Neighbors, a sprawling philanthropic cat sanctuary.
That night I slept the best sleep of my life.


SIN TAX AND THE ARRANGEMENT OF OUR WORLD

My lady loves having sex
on top of the hotel kitchenette counter.
I spray Windex everywhere
because I am courteous
after which there is no need to think
about ascendancies articulated.
“Honey, I need you up here!”
The problem with innocence is
it comes to an end
and the gaudy gold chits
they sell even in the lobby don’t
as much as sentimentalize.


Colin James has a couple of chapbooks of poetry published. Dreams Of The Really Annoying from Writing Knights Press and A Thoroughness Not Deprived of Absurdity from Piski’s Porch Press. He lives in Massachusetts.