Hugh Fox’s most recent poem to appear here was New Years (published as first runner-up in vox poetica’s First Ever Poetry Contest in January 2011).
The Closer
By Hugh Fox
The closer I get to nowhere, the more they come back,
virginal Joannie Boyle, ten years before she began thirteen
kidding it, Dolores still Lizsting it like Arthur Rubenstein before
she ever even thought about law school, Joe and me Saturdaying
it talking about Hemingway and Aldous Huxley, Jorge Luis Borges,
Pablo Neruda, before he’d ever had any uniform on, Lake Michiganing
and Art Instituting it, always another pair of nutcracker ballet legs
and
Romeo Julietting it with Chicagoan beyond-pro intensity, loving the
snow,
rain, sun, along-the-coasting it, the first trip to Florence and
meeting
Gretta in front of the Mona Lisa, pass the vermouth and the (“ich kann … aber ist schwer/I can, but it’s hard … “) language-learning games, all the infinities coming back as I slowly sink into my final (not
entirely
–internet–alone) personal infinity.
Very cool poem!
Many great words and lines, especially Saturdaying it