Music i’the air.
Under the earth.
‘Tis the god Hercules, whom Antony lov’d,
Now leaves him
Plodding among cracked car doors, parking lots,
June asphalt splitting brownie sundae heat
A song from a barrel organ you can’t have heard—
Come crunch these peanuts
you Bavarian circus beast
the song of a sound sigh
circus procession passed on treadmills.
Why can’t I name that azure or what I want
paint onyx ornament of straddling clouds
Listen the tune of your childhood not remembered.
I have been with you for days
licking spilled ice cream, driving the sun but you are never there, brother.
PETER BEHRMAN de SINÉTY grew up in Maine and teaches as lecteur d’anglais at the Ecole Normale Supérieure, Paris.