Foro Italico
︎︎︎ Damon Hubbs
︎ Dec 31, 2024
Maybe your father was in Swiss finance
or an alchemist I can’t hardly recall
at all say anything after 4pm — to-night
the snow is going mad and the boys next door
are rolling dice with broken teeth.
We’re off-piste, and you’re skipping breakfast
the cuckoo in our cottage sings
allegedly it’s January tomorrow.
How long have we been among the cheetah carpets
and de Gournay monkey prints
my head like many woodwind instruments
I’m propped up like Porphyria
après-ski, Foro Italico
o’er and o’er this much drinking
is a heroic act.
If you see Clementine
tell her I bought a new cloak, a white shawl
and switched trains in Landquart,
my body whistles with nose bleeds
glossy and gilded
life in the fallout is fine
so fine and finer still when we give it
a little push.
or an alchemist I can’t hardly recall
at all say anything after 4pm — to-night
the snow is going mad and the boys next door
are rolling dice with broken teeth.
We’re off-piste, and you’re skipping breakfast
the cuckoo in our cottage sings
allegedly it’s January tomorrow.
How long have we been among the cheetah carpets
and de Gournay monkey prints
my head like many woodwind instruments
I’m propped up like Porphyria
après-ski, Foro Italico
o’er and o’er this much drinking
is a heroic act.
If you see Clementine
tell her I bought a new cloak, a white shawl
and switched trains in Landquart,
my body whistles with nose bleeds
glossy and gilded
life in the fallout is fine
so fine and finer still when we give it
a little push.
Damon Hubbs is a poet from New England. He's the author of three chapbooks and a full-length collection, Venus at the Arms Fair (Alien Buddha Press, 2024). Recent publications include Revolution John, Don't Submit!, A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Horror Sleaze Trash, and The Gorko Gazette.
Also by Damon: The Breakers
Also by Damon: The Breakers