American Sonnet (55)
- American Sonnet (55)After Elinor Wylie
down to the stingy stringy marrow of my mojo rant there’s something in race matters that’s atwitch i loathe the bitchlook, austere immaculate of deathscapes drawn in pastels and pearly monotones there’s something my lusty afrogenius bemoans barren holes and cold silver on a sky concrete a thread of sputum, churned to murky spate streaming thru slanted gutters culled from stone i loathe indifferent flags, the blue and the gray a nation’s shelves ill-stocked rendering meager feed reparation briefer eden than the apple-eater’s breath sullenness, the red-winged descends, alights to stay swift vengefulness like fire to the reeds inflames my vigilant soul denies it rest
Wanda Coleman, poet and journalist, is author of Imagoes, Heavy Daughter Blues, A War of Eyes and Other Stories, Hand Dance, American Sonnets (1–24), and Native in a Strange Land. She has also published in such periodicals as Another Chicago Magazine, Caliban, River City, Phoebe, Prosodia, and Volt. She lives in Los Angeles.
