A Poem by Mike Foldes

Subversive

A swift current flows in my veins.

Salmon swim upstream, clearing

The rapids between heart

And lungs, fingers and toes.

Destitute, inside a box of planks,

I hide out from Main street,

Where fishermen will mistake me

For a runaway, their prime catch.

Spiders tickle my eyes under

Tired lids, their legs play octaves

On yellow ivory of the old piano.

Make no mistake, caterpillars

Caterwaul, grasshoppers drink

Green tea, and mysterious earth

Piles up in a ball floating famously

Through someone else’s inner space.

You are the ice cube in the glass.

We watch each other melt.

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Mike Foldes is the founder and managing editor of Ragazine, an online literary magazine. He is also the author of "Sleeping Dogs, A true story of the Lindbergh baby kidnapping," and "Sandy: Chronicles of a Superstorm," with artist Christie Devereaux." 
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