Andrew Cox

As Any She Belied with False Compare


                Shakespeare, sonnet 130

This false compare this street smart kid this pill you take
To make you happy this happiness itself this stepsister
And the janitor who always reminded you that sadness
Held a broom and swept the floors this clock
With its spiders and webs this statue in the town square

This thing blowing up bigger than a hot air a balloon
This thing about to burst and the street at night
When everyone has gone to bed or is not coming home
This car on concrete blocks this house in ill-repair
With the ditch out front and a mailbox with its open mouth

This rusted swing set this useless slide like a tired tongue
This manicured lawn this nervous laughter this heart
And its clogged arteries this bar on the outskirts
With its jukebox and songs that play on and on