the joker* – a play
beijing 2010
*reference to the joker as he appears in the traditional Tarot card pack.

does it get better?
i don’t know,
but worse,
for sure.
i took to the
road a muddy
path at dawn
that first
dawn
the sea swelling
to the dark
foot of the cliffs
the path
along them
at the
mad edge
i knew
the break out
of sun on
a world
of crooked towns
the ships at
harbour rigged
with ribbons
for the
chase.
i knew this world
not better but
wider
the path no
wider than a
sovereign
a moon
on the
grass.
the ladies
handed me
their perfumed
cards sought
dalliance with
my wrist set
my skin aflame
i woke among
their flounces
the path i
drank more to see
it at the bottom
of the
glass.
pale vein
along the back
of the hand
no wider
than the edge
of a gull’s wing
as fleetingly
steady
i saw letters
left after
it like the trail
a snail leaves
across stone
a maid of
good features
and kind as
a spring
day
bade me
rest away
these worries
i almost fell
asleep my
head on
her lap
saw it
just then
in a thinning
cloud against
the evening
sky
heard the sea
afar walked
to the edge
looked down
into the loom
of the tides
the shuttle of
waves sped
along that
shore a
thread in
it of
something
i stepped
into air
does it get better?
i don’t know,
but worse,
for sure.
Copyright ©2011 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved
Click on the link above to hear a poker-faced reading of the poem.