right hand pointing

 

     
  Bridge

Helen Losse
 

 


The gulf had deepened
among the members of the band,
as quarrelling turned to fury

 like any nonsense where
all the M&Ms must be red
or all the nuts come from Brazil.

When spanning the distance between
entities became impossible,
the guitar-playing poet,

who’d said all along,  “Bridge:
Ices Before Road” was somehow
funny, signed his song-rights away.

And though it’s not provable,
he marched sanely over two brothers’
egos, without looking back.

 

 

 

  

Helen Losse is a poet and free lance writer with recent poetry publications or acceptances in Facets: A Literary Magazine, Black Bear Review, Rearview Quarterly, Tacenda, TimBookTu, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Blink, Domicile, Alba: A Journal of Short Poetry, The Verb, Cold Glass, The Bohemian Rag, Sacramento Poetry, Art, and Music, Poets Against the War, Voices in Wartime, anthologies in the UK, and a micro-chapbook, Absolution, in the POEMS-FOR-ALL Series from 24th Street Irregular Press. Her chapbook, Gathering the Broken Pieces, is available through FootHills Publishing. She also writes book reviews for the Winston-Salem Journal.