Thursday, June 16, 2016

A Poem from Jeffrey Zable

The Warning

     -- after a painting by Hieronymus Bosh

Unfortunately that is me after a thirty day fast
ambivalent with regard to the lecherous pig
that wants to make bacon.  And the insect knight
is spitting at us both as a sign of disapproval.
My last will and testament is draped across my leg
to insure that all my worldly possessions, consisting
of 7 wooden spoons, 11 slippers for a right foot,
and the skeletal remains of my aunt Cornelia
goes to the church to do with as they please.
And the man in the corner hanging upside down
is most certainly dead, murdered by the townspeople
who warned him never to bring that pig into the alehouse.

Jeffrey Zable is a teacher and conga drummer who plays Afro-Cuban folkloric music for dance classes and Rumbas around the San Francisco Bay Area.   His poetry, fiction, and non-fiction have appeared in hundreds of magazines and anthologies from the mid-70's to the present, most recently in Serving House Journal, The Vein, Weirderary, Futures Trading, Mocking Heart Review, Bookends Review, Unscooped Bagel, Grief Diaries, Houseboat (featured poet), 2015 Rhysling Anthology, Poetry Pacific, Third Wednesday, Flint Hills Review and many others . . . 

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