Coming Out of the Ether
Every six months shove steel into me.
Use all the locals you want (please)
It'll still unify me
By pinning my many in
Authentic selves to the single thing
They're only shadows of.
Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell hysteria,
Everyone was singing the same song,
And it wasn't in my dreams
Where I've been seeing you.
It's like being told
I'm harboring a fatal disease,
But more so, much
And yet not at all, much
Better. It's like real
Sex but not much like that either.
Just that it makes me sane.
Why bother adding that
Is only a feeling?
It's like being Creeley
Or really any of those people
Turning eighteen during WWII,
Part of a giant Chance
Sink or swim so they swam.
Put their queer shoulder
To the general wheel.
The name of the foundering
Captains of industry
In the lifeboats first,
And money is that industry,
Leaving us breathless.
You, me, & our friend M.
As for our particulars,
Send your blank checks
C/o Soren Kierkegaard,
101 The Dell, Walnut Creek.
We'll be the view from his deck.
David Bromige has spent much of
the past four years composing a book of poems, As in 'T' as in
'Tether', to be published by Chax Press. The fourth and final
section of this book appears as the chapbook Authenticizing.
In 1998, David's novel, a collaboration with Angela and George Bowering
and Michael Matthews, Piccolo Mondo, appeared from Coach House
Books; and he won an award from the Fund for Poetry. In 1988, his
selected poems, Desire (Black Sparrow Press), won the Western
States Poetry Prize. He lives in Sebastopol, California, now retired
from Sonoma State University, and about to start teaching at the University
of San Francisco.