This combustible fetish for those
early-early Brueghels. That swell
5-pack of life-giving devices, 1 in each pocket.
Everyone is waiting, long dead or tapping
toe-sized feet, barf-muck
between the slips of their licit toes.
Hopefully you’re saving, after all,
the clashiest for last. With any luck
into complex techniques, minor jealousies
the color of tea and a global pop mainstream.
But who knows. It’s all so sad for us, etc.
Jeremy Schmidt lives in Los Angeles where he is completing a PhD in English while working in the UCLA Scholarship Resource Center. His writing has appeared in Boston Review, Lana Turner, Los Angeles Review of Books, Prelude, and elsewhere, and a handful of his poems were selected by John Ashbery for the 2014 “Discovery” Poetry Prize.